Sunday, 16 October 2011

Duality

Crept through windows
From the biting cold
While you rest your head
In beds of solid gold.
I dream of color,
to see only black and white and gray
You never dream at all
But waste your eyes away.
You talked of roads
I read, listened and felt
Following your skin,
Wherever your heart went.
Winds cracked my lips
Lipstick had yours beat
My jaws clenched in hunger
Yours gnawed the finest meat.
Days filled your pockets
With my mordant silver tears
And I waved broken at the station
When you left your youthful years.
My final letters
Moving lucid through illusions
And the leash is now broken
Freeing me from all confusion
For the same reason
The sun never bothers with the moon
When Earth's in its reach
From dusk until the lazy noon.
For the same reason
There is north and south in poles
And warm hearts that pump life
Cannot withstand mechanic cold.

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