principles fragmented.
whirring in vertigo motion
lust seen, felt
everywhere; inhaling the
fragrance of feathery dusts
weightless in his heart,
love unreal,
unsettling...
'the heavier fragments
are long dead buried
with his love inhumed'
her footsteps are heavy
on further reckoning,
ripped up the transparent
sleets in dismay.
an unweaned doe longs
to commune with spirits.
desperate for a love
to resurrect...
Alice Cuenca
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dusts-2/
