-A window ajar is a prelude in building to the joy of being limitless! That uneasiness of being familiar somehow, sometime, somewhere.......

Monday, January 08, 2007

Death by Life...

Another October falls slowly and
burns my thatched heart. I’m awoken
from your dreams- the same song that
plays when you walked naked
down the stairs, The yellow dawn dangling
by the gleam of your nose; the smell of all night
love. In a silent gun salute, my heart beats
twelve times a year. For us . Memories of the words
spoken with our eyes, trickle letter
after letter into the book of drying trees; All the poems
I wrote in March and read aloud to you late night
by the lone candle, get crushed by
strangers’ oblivious feet. Leaf
by leaf,
I wither.

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