#138 (whetting the edge)

between black dots

and jagged beaks

he’d been stashing away

some memories

for a rainy day

♦◊

the pendulum

relentlessy cutting away

each moment

before midnight

♦◊♦

some said

the night was still young

while  actually

darkness kept erasing

all signs of aging

♦♦♦

 dreams

carelessly poured out

as intimacy got lost

in the perpetual dissolution

of boundaries

he was whetting the edge

of tomorrow’s dawn

◊◊

1st May 2017

 

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