Saturday, November 6, 2010

the faceless

For eons, I've searched
for your face.
Every taste of your trace,
is like life and death
in the same breath.
So long, I've listened
for your voice,
till tongue and ear 'come one.
If night and day
were man and woman,
it would be your song
that compels their feet into dance,
and sets the motion of the stars.
If a rose had hands
in the place of thorns,
it would uproot itself
at a (mere) hint of your glance.
If the sun could see
it would become your moon
and lay at your feet,
begging for just one glimpse.

If non-existence
could become existence,
then "I love you"
could mean "I love me" too...

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