"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started
and know the place for the first time." (T S Eliot)
"A dark and chanted verse is what I am." (
Forough Farrokhzad)

Saturday, June 16, 2012

SOUTHERN SUNS


Blood on bandage
Skin stretched so straight
When it should bend.

Stitches on gash
Wanting to break,
But held so hard.

Pangs of pain bring
Aches and pinpricks
Across the spine.

Then comes itches -
Like healing tricks -
But short relief.

No sleep, no rest -
Throbs of regret -
For sunlight's kiss.

Hidden for now -
Ugly reject
Of surfside days.

Old skin and eyes
For other climes,
Fired pink and green.

Drawn out and dried,
Longing for times
To blush again.

When sun shines next
I'll challenge yet,
'Til I'm at rest.

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