Marianne's 'words'*

Latitude
It’s relative,
this Equator thing;
there times, sure there are,
when there’s just one line
a blissful coincidence
with nothing spilling over,
not tears nor question mark curl
no degrees of difference or distance
a twinning, if you will,
but that co-equatoring
is a strange intersection
expanded by love
to claim ‘forever’;
latitudanality rules!

Abyss

The classic misnomer
in love’s surface dictionary,
flagged with warning sign
grave tone
and wide eyed no-no,
but made for endless freefall
and happy surrender to death.

Catharsis

Cleave and drill
extract and burn,
that’s progress;
and the earth gathers
arrogance and smirk
blends with tear
and yields the sorrow of say-it-all:
a single blade of grass.

'ආවට ගියාට'
ආවට-ගියාට කිව්වට
ඇවිත් යන්නේ නැති ඔබ
නිරතුරුවම සිත්-මාවතෙහි සරන්නී
හද-යහනේ සැතපෙන්නී

Asunder

It’s about a misspelled word
a glance poorly angled
the unsaid that is heard:
love is regent
in a fragile kingdom
where break
is article of faith
and re-unite
an outlaw,
a sweet rogue
with a one-kiss ration to cash
before eviction.

Insouciant

The dress-code
of the pursued.

Stopped

Always a comma
disguised as full-stop.

* My friend Marianne David complains now and then.  'You don't write,' or 'you don't write enough'.  So I asked her for words and promised her words in return.  Some, like 'stopped', were not word soliciting words, but I worded, nevertheless. 

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