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the constant now
poetry [ ]

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by [Paul_Gabriel_Sandu ]

2014-08-18  |     | 




sunset
your lips taste like bacon
and cheese
forbidden tastes the sky colored all red
your sparkling saliva
lighting up the lanterns of desire
like cleggs waking up a torpid horse
it was then that i felt being left behind
when i was most craving for presence
the strangest feeling of all and your hand
touching something that once
used to be mine
(i think)
something i couldn't make sense of anymore
while i watched you making love
with some kind of rock or some kind of tree
i thought that only because all of them were you
none of them could be me
and the thought faded like a mere shadow
rushing over your body
without living any trace
all was
absence and presence altogether
truth and lie all over again
befriended
darkness and light sharing both the skies
and the earth
undivided and unmingled.

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