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Entanglements

It’s no use, flavouring my thoughts with nicotine-stained lust
Nights are stale, days drag on, eyes delve through the clutter
Hungering for an expectant tableau, which blinked away in a tear
Streaking the moon and the sun, casting shadows on silver and gold
Unable to withdraw, cul-de-sacs, cracked mirrors, cobwebs
I have nothing more to say, but where have you gone?
Ever since love; the deceptive sculptor of flesh, passed roaringly
To mingle with the voices of my dreams, I’ve stood on watch
Emptiness grows, innumerable ghosts in the whorls of smoke
I lay awake, the blue ceiling resounding in an unbroken hush
You’ll rise tomorrow with a red lipstick mark on your collar
Singing my song, undertones of whispers, pearly-gilt sunbeams
Caught between your eyelids, crimson edged, twelve-inches deep
The pain gnawing your heart, muddle, uproar, I am missing you,
I’ll jot the pangs in next poem, I left purple blooms on your shoulders
Scandalous bites on lips, breathing, locks of hair tied on your bedpost
Rhythmic longings, your pink mouth blistering with salt of my tears


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