Thursday, 5 January 2017

A tomb for need

Eyeing my magnificent shattered gem of love

Ancient caryatids stood smiling in a splendid row

I ambled along that unguarded agora here and now


Guarding in my fist, a tiny fragment of dear love

They said those trinkets would buy me regret, forever

Simply though, not enough for a life time together


Mangled, mauled, broken over and again, sweet love

Just wondered about space for gems, gizmos and greed

Or under an unborn sky, a need for an unread screed


Sun-kissed moon went around his earth in mad love

Pulling ancient waves from her hidden watery womb

While she spinned on a puissant axis of bygone tombs


All at once, my closed fist held your love

And you, my tiny, shattered, magnificent greed,

Led me to the tomb of need 



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