Calendar slips
These truths
are buried of ages,
Amidst the canines, breasts, and neurons.
The prolific bitterness of this winter
Often wakes me up to the sunshine,
Where your eyelashes are still subtle,
Significant for my ever continuing heart aches.
Amidst the canines, breasts, and neurons.
The prolific bitterness of this winter
Often wakes me up to the sunshine,
Where your eyelashes are still subtle,
Significant for my ever continuing heart aches.
In the windy flakes of dust.
You bring dream to my dark nights,
Muting the whispers of my wrist watch.
Yet I am terribly absent from the ventures,
Where you feed a sparrow, kiss the glasses
And portray the bare skinned back,
Profoundly crafted with sensuality.
Calendar slips down every winter,
Promising a new rebirth.
You too proposed for austerity
Rejecting all clauses of our charter.
Shadows beg for light,
Like Hatred begs for love.
Do your world seeks emptiness,
As you pour a pacific full of refusals each night?.
I don’t disown your surreal existence of pleasure,
For it gives me sense, sleep, and sanity.
These truths are buried of ages,
Like the way I loved you...
-24th December, 2014, 2.35am
