And he watched and wondered
Silently in the sharp clearness
Of his sorrow.
Silently watched
In the stillness of his mourning
In the swaying haze of his hunger
In covert rage
Covert sun fixed rage
And silently in yellowed blindness
He watched
And in a quiet groan
Wondered why
He too had not been
Made of stone.
Pregnant pause.Precocious cause.Silent fright.Humour light.Puerile plight.Seen in unbridled light.Semantics futile.Kiss the neck,slight.Languid licks.Chortled miff.Incessant sighs.Curious cries.Open right.Giddying high.Shock and surprise.Slow strides.Acid touch.Leave love.Caress lust.
There are shadows in the past,That haunts me in the night,Though the pain has gone away, You know that the memory does stay,Trying to forget,Each and every day,Some way or the other,They come back to me,How they make their way,Is […]
This is November emptying, the soundof rain driving against the windowpanes, the smileof an approaching winter blooming. I hate this inabilityto forget but my memoryis always mixed in with regret, blending amongstempty construction sites or hours on the terraceaching over […]
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