Poetik Violence
POETRY: Everything I Think But Do Not Say
Monday, October 18, 2010
Underneath a sonata
of moonlight,
two shadows
shyly
pull the curtains back,
an unveiling of
the tenderest of wounds-
wounds,
that merge in a kiss,
a waterfall of kisses,
kisses that commune,
until wounds become scars
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