Poem: To SK, on the rites of love
Read my lips dark-haired one of the secret shades- I shall say it only once, so take it to heart; Memorise the litany of your erstwhile desire, the broken-stemmed rustle of my ragged soul, the carillon of a ringing love, fleetingly mirrored on the smudgy canvas of our parting ways; Seek yourself somewhere within me, maybe I shall be yours. ------- ------------------ ------------------ ---------------------- -------- From Burnt Offerings, 1996