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(1)
The insomniac night
Is my part-time lover.
It keeps me company,
Conversing
through the dark, shallow stillness.
Jilted lovers of sleep
We share our tales of betrayal,
Weep and wet the wee hours
And when the first purple dawns
on the distant fringes,
Night quietly leaves.
In its sleep-deprived eyes,
There is a promise to return.
Yet again, when darkness falls
And all else goes to slumber,
We shall be awake.
Part- time lovers –
The night and I.
(2)
If these mute things around me
The golden window drape,
The snaking money plant,
The still water in the jar
The aging wall pieces
The myriad possessions –
If they were to speak one day,
Will they ask me questions,
Or will they have answers for mine?
(3)
Let us talk of betrayals tonight.
Who knows,
Somewhere in their midst,
As we rummage through the litter
We may stumble upon our
lost love.
(4)
With each breath exhaled,
I am losing connect
with the prescribed norms of loving.
The old rules seem odd and limiting.
Now I see you
In black granite and morning dew,
In the sneeze inspired by a seasonal ague
And in the anonymity of things
I pass by.
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