Wednesday, 1 July 2009

Poem : Glances

From obscure silhouettes

and a mimicry of Kupecky

she's perched in a forlorn join

beguiling, 

spiraling dust from the gold 

matisse-like cigarettes 

cross-legged

making all else mockery.

Like a glimpse

of Notre-Dame in late afternoon

her mind glistens

as waters move dark blue

subdued

like eruptions at a taste

then gone

I suck my tongue

left

with lipstick on my face.


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