Sunday, July 12, 2009

Lonely Feeling...

I was sleeping like a child
and your hands gone wild
the bra of the my soul's undone
(thanks to Mayakovsky)
You had, to your name,
another conquest
and i only made a suffering request
to keep it warm with your hand's touch
but for god's grace
you decamped it in cold undone
and gone where past goes never to return
to leave it
like a famine-ridden African mother's breast
now a caricature of the emotions
always followed by the vulture of memories
like a negro child in the Sudan famine
after photographing whom Carter, Kevin
got Pulitzer prize
but soon committed suicide

But i will not
i will live
to make your memories
live longer
and
to see new dreams....

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