Monthly Archives: June 2015
To P.S.
The land goes up in flames
Before it fades to black
And so does this heart ablaze
Then bloodied, buried by desire;
The fact’s light is blind
To silhouettes of love, of lust,
Of knowing, and like a blind man
It keeps returning to the place
It drowned last
The Best of Simple, by Langston Hughes
She knelt in front of him
To kiss his forehead and to cry
For love has whispered in her heart
“Awake, awake” – for mere mortals die
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