Friday, 15 April 2016

Words

Your friends, these words, 
Tiny intergalactic worlds 
Twisted sugared tubes 
Of death-kissed prose
My foes, your words
Blistering blazing 
sheets of gold, 
Sultry strains of 
Sitar strings, hoary
Whispers of blessings
Just words, mere words 
Bury me alive, revive
Play with my stars, 
My clock, my bed
And all that's in me,
Ah, your words!





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