Our bodies were one, and the
darkroom of our existence
grew more narrow;
its cellophane walls
negating only truth;
unanswered affection’s music
possessed us like magnets
till dawn’s illusions
overcame reality;
pernicious palms dripped
with life’s unkindness
while pain’s blunt hand
caressed us with its sinews;
kaleidoscope vision permeated
emotions allowing superficial
disappointments to skirt the
horizons of our absurdities.
January 1976
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