Like a message carved in your ribs
I read the sign that emanated from the red of your lips
when the peak of the stupa is at the end of the foot
Your curves are perfect under the sun
the magma exploded,
became tears on the first morning
and be asked at the end of the evening.
Yogyakarta, November 2018
The poem above has been published at basabasi.
Magma Relief
Seperti pesan yang terpahat di tulang rusukmu
aku membaca tanda yang memancar dari merah bibirmu
ketika puncak stupa berada di ujung kaki
lekukmu sempurna di bawah matahari
magma pun meledak,
menjadi air mata pada pagi pertama
dan menjadi tanya di akhir senja.
Yogyakarta, November 2018
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