Thursday, October 10, 2013




10 October 2013 at 13:59

On that mirror
your naked shadow
so far from the phenomenal
so temporally close,intimate.

like the sculpture on the palm
you are the inexplicable
language of fate,
passionate still.

come my darling
let us together
you and i
watch that rose there
in the vase silently,
where hands of frightened light
simmer and throb.

your tortured soul
your undefined curves
shiver with hopeless destiny.

@ amiya

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