once more
cold emotions burning
stripping love
leaving bare sounds
tears an epistemology
an epiphany no doubt
as way bound parts
of the unknown
keep comming back
turning to you
in a naked moment
and the morning light pale now
the air consumed by our lust for love
not shaped never broken glass
made for images of you
at a distance
you painted lovely pictures
untold forsaken
now the mould is broken
coulors shattered
so I pick them one by one
making sense of chaos
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-02-21 at 08:06
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