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Encounter
by wisp Monday, Jul 21 2014, 2:26pm
international / poetry / post

(for V)

by chance i saw u
last night
i had forgotten
how long it’s been,
ur presence
captured my memory
and transformed it
into reality;
to be near you
again
is supreme ease,
to converse with u,
is liquid music
to absorb ur presence
is opium to my brain
i am transfixed
by the sight of u
again

-- bewitched --
so strong is my longing
for you i could barely
contain my civilised manner

like a demented Christ
i searched blindly for a cross
to die on
ur reassuring smile
and open heart
released me
from my torment, the poison tree
upon which i am nailed

why is it that i reject
every good thing
i encounter?
the Buddhists know the answer
but this time
i shall not be so foolish
rare are the real treasures
of life
and u do not know
how valued u are

strangely,
the chill mist
at winter’s dawn
does not reach my marrow
today, so profound and
lasting ur effect on me

i am determined to
lure u ever so gently
into my orb
to make a haven,
a safe place for u

the words i weave
for u will remove
all ur doubts
and lift the fog
of apprehension;
it was all my fault
but i dare not
mention it,
i will not risk losing u
over a trifling -
quietly and stealthily
vision distinguishes a form
in the soft focus
of a misty morn

soon, very soon
in the warm light of day
everything will be
clear



 
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