leaving the din of this city far behind,
away from the strangling grind,
she asked me “what are you hoping to find?”,
“you, if you don’t mind”
leaving the din of this city far behind,
away from the strangling grind,
she asked me “what are you hoping to find?”,
“you, if you don’t mind”
”i have lost my way”, i said,
she smiled, taking my hand,
“i am still searching”,
“i have found you”, said i,
“and i, you”, she breathed … … …
awakening
the caress of hair
whispered dreamily
swirling symmetry
between hungering mouths
lips tongues
intertwined
basking in this moment
holding onto each kiss
for dreams cease
only to be left
aflutter
in the willowy haze of diluted time
leaving the detritus:
merely wasted time
behind …
fool’s corner.
tongues dripping language surreal,
rendering eyes, heavy-lidded, glazed,
skidding, incomprehensible,
into the yawning unreal,
scores of ears deafened by words,
deadened by sentences,
inured by scribbles,
that conceal,
love, loss, work, and the sycophantic drool,
intravenously pumped,
through highways,
byways,
alleyways,
staggering,
beneath the glare of lights,
bright, cruel,
dismissed, despatched,
zealously grinning, winning, sinning,
relegated to the corner of the fool.
strumming moments.
notes,
discordant, awash in today,
plucking strings, teasing chords,
strumming along,
tuneless …
my song.