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( had realised
his beauty
and of course knew all
convinced of nothing better
how certain to
fall )
she killed me then
upon the helical
altar of a
throttling blue-born sky
whilst her
african witchery caressed
and I blindly had the
knowing
had lain cocooned
within the silken
litter of an
amorous dreamers sigh
on my lips
still the honies of her breast
the mead of her menses
flowing
and been as one
although as yet
unaware that for
happiness men must cry
as the
tear-sodden air came to attest
the dues of our
briefness owing
excoriating brilliance
flensing of the blood
and we were raw
begun again
let us live she had smiled
let us fly
kissed me nakedly rose to the pane
let us love she beguiled
let us die
dance
where the waters of Lethe rain
a maggot
richly uncinate
cast into the flood
and then
engorged
begun again
she killed me then
immured my nascent longings all my
prattling
questions why
made me suckle and drown of knowledge
blessed
sore burned in the future growing
(
when next the window reckoned
and the
blackness yearned
a simian descended
an
echo returned )
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listen to the rain,
the rain, the rain ...
listen to the greys of
indifference,
the days of activity
squandered,
the baskets of pinks and
intentions kicked into
the gutters
again
listen to the loves that far have
wandered
listen to the dull, self-mourning
pain;
listen to the rain ...
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Home
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Acting For Fun | Personal
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| My Writings ( p14 - 21 )
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