the buzz and hum of oblivious existence
crowds the locked up seething silence
behind my eyes
where once bred sweetest tenderness, now
my purest passion
discreetly decayed

in the stagnant mire of imagination
i can see you
in your fornicating frivolity
forgetting, and happier now
without my hindering love.


(27 June 2007)

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