Arabesque
Posted by ilyana | Filed under Misc
Light seeping,
through the crevices
It moves in slowly, a pattern almost serpentine
dissipating the shadows that came with night
Stirring,
in her sleep she turned to face me
A vision of marred grace
The scheming songs of youth and drunken haze
Lovers,
you might call us
How else would you explain this notion
of endless routine and vice?
My thoughts,
a moulting mess at winter’s end
We must all be specks of dust floating in time
hoping to settle on something peculiar, something worthwhile.
Her figure,
coiling itself around my waist
Between us, a void that seemed to stretch in space
She be my weakness and I,
Her prey.
– For Aaron.
Free verse poetry writing assignment, 29.03.2010
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