the last sin
  pale ashen sky
a bleary eye
clouds of recurring screams...
i am a zoo
  an octopus leviathan
tentacles into an ocean
of unformed emotions...
syphilis and love  
  syphilitic pall
stifles the clear blue
i contort...
 
shell and pearl
  amidst highs and lows
in life's ocean flows
a shell peony-mouthed...
 
i am an unmarried mother
 
  fed on stings
of barbed milk morality
my child-plankton...
 
the lovers
  cell upon cell
bridge of their union
hung on the pillars...
rebirth
  ogre of age
and time cavil
at a warm picture...
the young today
  innocence thaws
at the altar
of ambition...
 

spaces in our togetherness

cold brazen flakes
hastily woven splinters
of words splattered aimlessly
blow chilly winds
on the dusky horizon

tears the hot potion
of melting passion
frozen into rivulets
of wilderness

`the pain of too much
tenderness’
gestures exaggerated bemusing
ironic like warm affable penguins
in antarctica
gibran, would the winds of heaven
dance
between the spaces
of our togetherness

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