Thursday, September 18, 2008

LEFT- a hand inside the night

I remember


You left blood on my finger

and

the ring wasn't even silver

as i thought it was at first

Reflected by opalescent

descending skies

It wasn't even silver

but made off

dry mud and broken dust

STILL

It was so dark when we

loved each other

so deep in this

silent encounter

I remember

You left one

single sound

to cover me all

Your kiss was the end

of a sun who on this land

never raised

You were the blanket

in my eyes

sparkling lonliness

in a quiet lie

you said:

we always need some green

mixed with tangerine

because we need

to imagine

sometimes the beauty

we never see

around our grey heartless

curves and highways

STILL

that finger is mine

despite my hollowness am fine

I remember you

smiling

while everyone else were sinking

you left a hand

inside the night.












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