Saturday, June 16, 2012

SOULS ADRIFT


I can hear my heart creaking
In the silence of this place
Where, ere this season of muteness,
Laughter drowned our cares.

I can feel my cheeks burning;
The odour pokes my nose,
As my tears set ablaze my cheeks.
Cheeks, ere now rosy with smiles.

I can smell my fawning fears;
Knowing that each silent morning,
Is a fart, pungent and ripe,
Brewing a storm to blow you away.

I can feel the formless shadows
With these fingers, outsretched.
Ere now, they would trace
The soft contours of your face.

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