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By Ali Date: 2003 Nov 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.11.07.22.38.18318]] |
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Sometime lovers-- I am widow of this world, a captured Grace that haunts the edge Of Silence, my passion pacing Like a ghost that breathes beneath My red-star skin; sometimes I whisper, Sometimes I scream, but I revel In the moment, always. Every heartbeat is battered well Against my soul--a sound that pounds Like hell against the Dark; one night Beyond your careful calculations, Shadow over shadow over shadow; I cannot tell which shade of Night Is mine, or yours, or no one's-- We are but sometime lovers, Paying homage to the night. |