Apr 162012

Mysteriously each day flares and disappears,
Stars are thrown over us in a glimmering net
And we swim in our dreams through an unforgettable wet
Until dawn ignites its sheet of crimson paper.
Everything goes up in the fire, daily; vagueness
Has my kisses mingle with others’ kisses;
In a week, my face is merging with the visage
Of a half-dozen half-remembered masterpieces….

When oblivion unplugs the phone, and the line goes dead
Your friends discuss the stranger whom they loved;
Who you were has come and gone like a matchstick’s red;
Those who swore you oaths forget your voice.
Since you and I must succumb to such severe severing,
Let’s play today as if today we were forevering.

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