Friday, 11 September 2015

Nocturnalities

Street light and blinds
in nocturnal conspiracy
inscribed;
I precious-breathed
her ambered countenance
to moonlight dreamery;
she was silent
my sleeping beauty
and didn't breathe a word
but took me
to the beginning
of love's unteachabilities
and to the end
of the endlessness
of a fingerless grasp
that's her love.



1 comment:

  1. In an innocent silences, love and compassion were breathed in, and hatred and anger were breath out.So no space for words...:)

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