There is a sip just a sip
from all the wells, all the rivers, all the springs,
which could quench this thirst:
the one that seeped
out of this waterskin!
There is just a match
left to ignite the night
to turn these stretching arms
to glitter,
the flame
that could fulfill the promise of light
in these shadowed cold timbers,
a warm cares, an igniting touch
that could regurgitate these lifeless cadavers
back to living:
the one that is so wet to sparkle!
There is just a draft to surge
to bear the breath,
the whisper of beloved,
on the skin of my soul:
the one
too wobbling to blow!
There is just a silhouette of riveting radiance,
of mesmeric allure,
to brim over all the canvases,
all the mirrors,
all the frames:
the outline seems so dim
to draw!
There is just one name to hear,
to sing, to utter, to scream:
your name!
But there is just the deafening sound of silence
roaring in the deafening trafficks of
these lost-heart intersections.
Look at me,
carrying the corpse of every love,
the burden
of an eternal beloved.
Look at me:
shackled to the chain of your absence!
Look at me:
so lonely
living to die of your venom
again only!
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A very old work revised.
Dedicated to Adel who loved the raw version of this piece. I hope he likes this too
