Monday, 6 February 2012

Adonis missing

The lips
Perfect lines of silky breaths
The eyes
The eternal blue of the morose sky
The evergreen of the proud pines
The hair
Lightly bright
The skin
Luscious and soft
Every part of him
A visualised camouflage
Perfected by the absence
Of a non-existent
In an illusory mind

Should you see him
Somewhere hidden
Tell him to look
For the signs
In the hope that
He changes his mind
That he would want to find
His way to the place
With more adventures
And surprises
Than promised
On the delirious night.

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