inside cavernous and monstrous words,
where faces weave themselves
from life to death and back
invisible
embryonic even...........
where your face lies
a stone mask of sleep
your breath making spiderwebs
across your pillow
i drift through
wakefulness n dreaming
the afternoon away
n my thoughts wander like the childhood game
of love me
n love me nots.....
i whisper n your ear
why do people lie about love,
n you wake n take it for the wrong meaning,
as the last petal falls
n the truth lays
naked at my feet.............
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