Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Splendid Notion

Splendid notion,
from ajar of thought
to trembling hands.
Our song is the lucidity of morning,
our passion the night's willful victim.
So beloved, this infant desire
& instantaneous, these fallen links of
of flesh ravished chains
- no truth escapes me.
For the bars to the windows have vanished
the locks on the door renamed.
& be still this soulless fire
Be still these hungering tears
Be still,
& beware
the pouring down of our reign.
Be still, & be warmed
by the lone dark desert
that is my love.


Art by Galba Sandras

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