Saturday, June 13, 2015

In This World of Night and Love Valentine

His mother was his conscience
his father was his anger
it struck him once
I will always be in danger
mainly from myself
of losing my balance
and toppling into the gulf
between the object and my desire
but who hasn’t been on fire
in this world of night and love
fallen asleep on the grave of a love
woken trembling in the morning
clutching at the sleeve of a dream
of lifetime after lifetime forming
around that face always the same

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