Waiting


See through cellophane thoughts
of a certain cerulean sentiment
unfolds hollow clouds of multiplicity.
I am barely clad in this marked language.
Who are you to challenge my appearance?

Night after night I scratch origin
daring spectre recall to dance with me.
Night after night my proverbial nerve
longs for love's plain sensation
at night's dark pro tem table's throng.




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-01-29 at 00:14

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Zoya Zaidi
"Night after night my proverbial nerve
longs for love's plain sensation"

Night after night I want to fall
Into plane reverbration,
Of blood gushing through my veins,
Of parched earth flooded after rains!

Ben dear, This a fantastic come-back-piece!

((((Welcome back hugs))))
xxx, Zoya
2006-01-29