"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)

Sunday, September 16, 2012

JUGGLERS

Bronze skin stretched tight and borne brazen,
Black eyes blinking with blazing fire;
Why did I leave it up to strife
To save your bashed benighted life?

Ebony hair swirled up and swept
Around your face and fierce features;
How did I set you far aside
When your heart must have crashed and cried?

Memories and must have moments
Made us both mere martyred monsters
Of times when we were blessed and bold -
Juggling what we could never hold.


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