Thursday, 4 April 2013

Whirlwind

We let go of our eyes and
Complied a domestic severance
Of pain; I dream awake beside us.
Now your written beneath
This ovarian colorless
All while our distances made
Love to the path's
Twigged Unwinding.
Binded by our coy temptation
The reefs of our failed
Artists suffocate our
Truths; because all along
Naveen, you were
My art. My whole my
Survival my worth.
My truth my far my
Near.
My Truth destruction,
My love.

this will be my last poem

so that i remember. because before melted steel, there was hand-made, better, buttered words. we can decide if new spaces beneath me can qui...