Saturday, January 3, 2009

The Tryst of God

The crimson eye-shadow sees
What eternity once overlooked
Down the isle of frozen fallacies
In the land of dried-up brooks.
As you never came again
To bury what you had killed.

You will never see again…

How the feet scrambled,
Sloshed against the parapet floor
And limped over the threshold,
How it escaped into the vapid night,

An open wound to bleed to life…

The ripen flaws of your soul
Will remain forever locked
In those eyes, in the wound,
In the stagger of the eager walk.

On the glass in your eyes mayhem,
Hammer the tears of the heavens…
When she molded her demise
With the forgiveness in her dead eyes…

When the night descended slowly
You bargained your soul for her body.

What God you yield in your turning back
Who has no future, has no past!
You believed you yielded her eternity…


…So you left…

But she escaped.

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