"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)

Friday, December 5, 2014

PLATINUM BLONDE



Your smile could stretch a mile across your face -
Your eyes sparkling hazel as I recall.
Like your slave I rose and quenched your young lust
And you used me to calm your inner squall.
I failed to see the lies behind your eyes
And never understood I was a pawn
In games you played when you were bored by life
And sought someone to guide you to the dawn.
It's more than forty years since my heart broke;
I still see you - platinum blonde and bold -
And I try to picture you in these years
Knowing like me you're busy growing old.
Do you, I wonder, ever think of me -
Young and yielding as I once used to be?


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