Sunday, February 5, 2012

When we were alone ...

Waiting so long
We came home
In a humid, so heartburn
City of towers and toilers

Plane old faces
New and newer wrinkles
Carved out lies
They stood out white
In my lips, and latent stripes
Chances were gods
Odd mine are gone
Still and again I saw
A thousand many rocks
Least of all, pity those rats
In my hide-outs
Their hunger and my sweat
They are too old
For a knife to sniff
Must I wait a chilling chest

Night so long
When we were gone
They were just steps
A tilt of walls
Came in between
Never said anything
Must we leave
When songs do fade
And I knew she was a folk
So long , so slow
Narrow, and deep
And now it lasts in my breathe
A shade of sorrow and mist
As if we were alone
Just for a slip of tongue

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