Would
it be different?....tell me.
Would
it be different now?!
Rowing on the rough river of fond memories with a paddle
that knew no sorrow?
a As souls that knew no end?
"Tomorrow is a promise to no one, so live like its your last!" They say.
I'm rubbing against the board of reality:
Pungent and friendly
Like the Tailor who swipes sleep with a crisp blue bill
I
refuse... to frill the oriental draperies of my happiness to perfume your
feet and decorate your motives.
As we lock the maturity of a memory brewed now...
Understand a new seed has sown...
Understand that....as I cup your face with half swollen fingers
And press my lips against your cheek:
Accept my wishes and be free
Than to ignore them and your curiosity will rot your masculinity
When we cross paths...let there, too, be a common wind of closure
As we are common spirits taking a sober departure
1 comment:
"We are common spirits taking a sober departure " - what a way to precis this piece ! A powerful conclusion ....and yet I'm left wondering what happens to the common spirits as they take this departure , what are their thoughts on their separate paths ! This was certainly food for thought
Post a Comment