Monday, April 14, 2008

AFTER MANY NIGHTS HAVE PASSED

Her eyes are a galand of stars.
Her cheeks are a city of roses.
Her lips are an avenue of cherries.
Her neck is a stalk of jasmine.
Her bands are a net of gold.
Her waist is a kampfera vine.
Her heart, however, is harder
than diamond, entwined with
tendrils of deceit,
producing bitter fruit of hate,
and possessed by a demon.
Too late . . . .
this awareness came after loving.

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