Sunday, April 22, 2012

passage for a poet


you are not so forgettable more spirit than flesh but then im an emir of cairo suddenly caught in a reverie at court seeking pleasure is my duty with a cool sense of purpose i carry on but for the sudden moments when sweet molecules enter my body and and in my mind i am told it is something i shall find no more when called back to d'affaires du jardin i go back to pretending that all of it had made me happy then that even then thered been a stated purpose like in the rose for the thorn and that it is something ive always known in this story knowledge helps in better use of the seasons and certain memories are storms

sometimes she would
point it out to me
a heartbreaking sunset
or tell me on phone
of a sky drenched in blood
a fiery glow
she would know better
that someday
beauty my love will kill us
 i nod and inside me wells up
scorn that i do not know
anything its texture its taste
its form nor close my eyes
and i can see it
it is dark in beauty's shadow
i spend my time sleeping
and then i dream
that i have swallowed my tongue
and in that final moment of beauty
i am speechless

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