Friday, May 13, 2011

Songs On Sir Wilfrid Laurier

smoke

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Penetrating reaches me
tied to the mystery
my fantasy tangled thread
endless
of my feeble breath

my eyes unrhymed
tangled their beats
affections impossible

my hands without alternative
filled with multiple fragments
of everything that can not be grasped

his sharp wit
harshly castigated me
my pale lips on his verses
untouchable

his words in subtle cascades
irresistible
claw my thighs terrified by the unexplained

his chest and his entourage of memories
threading my manuscripts
their relentless strokes scattered

rescued each piece, each impact
with my deepest desires
bathed in smoke

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