Kiki Theo

Sapphic Song of the Night Wind Woman 

Empty packets of memories lie scattered
on distant highways. Forgotten tracks buried
deep in her soles. She walks boldly tonight on
lost visions’ slumber,

treading softly over the worn ears of dreams.
At home in her own hair, her skin hangs lightly
across the lives of her ancestors, lying
deep in the abyss.

Drifting on lily pads across the domes of
yesterday’s horizons, she sings wild songs in
the spaces between here and there, now and then,
savouring her breath,

until wise words gather up around the folds
of tomorrow’s children glinting in her eyes,
like bandanas, like anchors, like travelers
from another land.


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