Monday 16 March 2015

So long



So long, stranger

You pass me, gently brushing my shoulder

Whirl the wind in my hair

Where’re those shoes taking you?





So long, traveller

Roads empty sometimes full

Our eyes meet just enough to understand

the sand in our shoes

Where’re your cravings taking you?



So long, lover

Your kisses like silky marks on my skin melting in

Leave for good and always return

our life-crevices

Where’s your heart taking you?




So long, you

Hungry-minded human-slavery bonded

Bird of dust ocean dweller

Where’s your soul taking you?


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