Wednesday, 15 June 2016

Ephemeral Deaths

Seven steps of stark-naked togetherness 
Shy seduced room embraced by darkness
Your body speaks in a forgotten language of the unspoken word
Our conversations uncrowded, today and tomorrow blurred 
I seek you again and again in places, people, fingers, nerves 
You find me at times in kisses, butterflies landing on spinal curves
We tussle uncontracted in unions of unformed urges 
You crush fantasies fragile as mist-cloud-starlight-merges 
die ephemeral deaths of conjugal spaces breathing life into my pain 
We live omnipotent dreams of logical phrases, yet rain-scented clouds remain
How can someone know each sinew, curve and nerve 
And of me, know nothing?
How can I mortgage each cent of happiness to guilty hours
And of you, seek nothing?



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