The Shy Flower
When a petal finally gave way
he knew this was not the kind of bloom
that lured from miles away with its glory
but a shy flower
that would wilt a little
at his every touch,
staining him with the scent of unrequited longing.
Kay Pillai used to live somewhere in India every day until she drowned in a fairy tale.
Pretty ball of red
burns from within—
Kay Pillai used to live somewhere in India every day, till she drowned in a fairy tale.
A little scar
and a little crease
met at the corner of your eye
and made me a promise today.
Kay Pillai lives somewhere in India every day, and does little else.