#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



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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