Jan 8, 2013


Those moments,
Exhausted upon a nightingales tail
As it stayed, thawing passion’s hell
poked with fatigue, a night-loving legacy

 It was a hallucinogen
That kept a radiate spark longing
Dripping outside oasis shadows
Clawing the walls with saliva halos

But, a lemon touch, feathered the wind
Swept our smoldering lips into sin
Figments so strong –  wet and milky
No tender flame could withstand

Where is the zeal of our chandelier?
Disengaged and callous is the roaming hand
Worshiping deposits of vanishing fire
Forever caught in fragile desire


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