I turn the rosary of breath
an excuse to caress the
taut unbroken thread of
your existence
a reason perhaps
to indulge in moment long
orgiastic absence to become
an intern an apprentice
in Lord's garage of conception
****Inspired by following lines of Christine Austin Cole's ' The Morse Code of Eternal Dreams'
Their scratching, the patter
of rain, your heartbeat, my Morse code…
fuse into a twisted, endless rhythm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rehan! ! I'm overdue in telling you how completely I adore that this spilled out, as-yet-untitled, as a comment on my post. I stumbled in here this morning, drawn by the title (which is perfect) , unaware of what I'd find - and, of course, recognized the piece immediately. 'the taut unbroken thread', indeed. Love it! Christine