Pillowed on the hesitating cliffs of night of bending spaces where blithe shadows swim with dark fish turning in the deep water; Of suspended kisses clinging to cruel premeditations as the Moon dips to the lips of the Sea but does not drink; I listen the whispering limbs wish silently their unending wishes pawing the window like lovers wounded by the broken promise & listening the pale gull poised for the splash on the bay sunken beneath the oar... the oar stroking the blinded air, I lean toward that arrested shore this room illumined by its misshapened Star; these upended sheets threaten to empty us into the belly of some terrible distance; but before the water wakes we cling to a question rooted in an ancient hour when the only promise is a broken silence and cliffs fall straight into the Sea.
Reason for writing:
broken promises, a moment or fraction of an instant,
frozen in a picture... love and its broken waters...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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