THIS LOVE FOR A WOMAN
and this love was for a woman andall the women,
the living thought of animateness and joys in their power of healing and beauty.
body sores and weariness,
the loneliness of dark nights,
a life born after the fallen sky and the weary day
as worlds collapses in their ambiguities of their terror and nothingness.
theworn bodies connecting and renewing their infinitiesmal cells,
from the cyclonic storms and its injuries.
Laught at this forbidden tryst
, the holding of hands
hot fire in this dismal mornings and the intimate evenings of sweet perfumes and toiletries
but in this small room and dismalhotels
this smallspace of borrowed time,
away from the drabness and the stasis,
is thebelief that life could last forever
inthe enduring comforts of the two
the hero.and the beautiful goddess,
the deprived and the gracious princess.
Thesplendor of this untimely moon,
will ignore the threats of death and long separations,
become the icons of this desolated star
as marvels peace.and hope
gave rain,sun to this beautiful piece of creation
, reconstructing, thetruths from the substance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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