here , shoot me dead

there it is  , your last kiss..

floating in pure sunlight, a blind dragonfly..

there it would live, till it dies ..

there it would die , after it has killed..

poison ivy..

you ve turned your back on me 

and you are walking away..

i light another cigarette..

some song reminds me of you..

searching the matchstick fires 

and the smoke that ascends into the heavens 

for your face...

i m fast forgetting..

there it is, the last time i saw you..

there it is , the last of your green smiles..

i will be counting till the numbers run out..

till the last grain falls in the sandclocks of universe..

and there i would stand ,

at the edge of the universe , i mean

and prove it flat..

flatter than a human relationship..

i expect more from you, dear..

i cant be broken like the vases of your house..

you need more practice to stop me..

..stop me loving you..

and you have just started walking...

light years away , darling..

Reviews

[paul]

pure poetry. emotion and wonderful turns of phrase

[Ed Hart]

i'm not crazy about the content, but you've certainly got the rhythm and the way...fine writing

[paul]

amazing stuff. must read again

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. i'm always astounded by the depth in your writing ... and as you well know from my personal story ... i totally identify with this ... but this is a strong metaphor for anyone and anything that one is free to love ... interminably ... and it's only when we challenge the norm ... be it of flat relationships or broken vases ... that we begin to push the periphery of existence to include greater intensity ... a fantastic read ... you never disappoint ...