Sunday 25 November 2012

Lighthouses


End of the road
I bought my lover two lighthouses.
One is white and blue,
Like the sea
howling rage, shouting joy.
The other is white and red,
Like the fury,
shaking bodies, beating veins.
My lover and I own two lighthouses,
They are sparkling and delightful
… still they shine no light.





Warrant
I don’t deserve anything else,
The void you’ve left
To be filled with tears
and anguish.
I don’t deserve anything else,
But your silence,
Your doubts, your fears.
It’s desert you’ve left behind
Dry burning sand.

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