In the tradition of W.B. Yeats, neo-romanticism, and the adoration of the "other"...
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| Nida Faruq -- the princess of Dubai |
It
fades from kiss to kiss. Without a word
the
rhyme maintains the beating call, return!
Return
and spur the flanks of lost souls, hard
endangered
species, waltzing `round the urn
curling
once about the glaze, falling deep
(huffing
once with knowledge of the cheapend
shadows,
charring marrows) within cracks
like
Lethe tributaries burning black...
There,
only words, they're only words, just words:
trembling
lips, vibrating chords, uttered breath.
While
lovers grope with wings of transmigrating birds
for
flight, swirling memories signify death.
Death,
the excavator of my mind
pieces
jig-saw artifacts, resigned.
- JD Kruger, GLP4.
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