18 November 2012

Tiny death


a slight squint
            gaze between
     here and nowhere

side with the good
  gasses condensed
             to warriors

lay down
         safe and sound
                 of a moan

      dance with thy hands
                   said someone
                       beyond the veil
            of time 
 that we know
         and love 
  as the barrier
                holding us in place 
            in this time and space

an opening between the lines
                 of scattered words
            see what I hear

        tap into the back of my mind
    glass bottles for water and wine
                                we meet again

                                 the same eyes
                   behind a hundred eyes
         follow your lead

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