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Saturday, February 20, 2010

Soulful violins

When I look upon  nature's  abandon
soulful  violins, playing  rapturous strains
Entwining melodies, their  singing forever Obscured
Between desire and restless passion

When love’s consummation fitfully rose 
You remember, we seemingly knew all then
Feeling only the sea and white moons glint
And the pouring salty wetness of  mouths

Splashing  our warm leaves, dripping life
We were breezy, plant-like, trippy
But what if words are leaky vessels? 
And there's a flood of  sages speaking

The sunset and our fated worlds colliding 
Like souls that were touch to touch connected
Who would have thought, we, bronzed and flaming
Would tomorrow  muse in vapor and wanting 

Why then must we surrender these savors ?
That defy rediscovery, in  widening circles
Saving their hot taste for forbidden tongues
Where shall we find our smoldering catalyst? 

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