Treasure Island

Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin


If it


I wish you could imagine;
and forget you are imagining
that your head has found
the comfort of my arms,
where I've put on your forehead
balm of my lips,
and your eyes have irrigated
the furrows of my sinews.....
That you have by now hurled
last and worst of obscenities
to travails of time through me
and that you have
emerged anew
from this arena of life
and have risen like phoenix
from the ashen graveyard of my soul...
If it has happened
I've lived I've died

Submitted: Wednesday, February 13, 2013

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