Light
In this land,
Obliterated with light,
So bright and numbing and pure,
In this land,
Obliterated with light,
So bright and numbing and pure,
Feeling
like sound,
Destructive
with its vibration,
Shaking
the strips of my bones.
In this place,
She
gives me colors,
White,
searing, sizzling.
A flash
of burning joy when we love...
Black,
never ending abyss when she leaves.
That is
what stays with me.
Opening
of a shaft, cut into the earth,
Whose
end is dizzy-deep.
I feel
it at night, becuase the entrance is even darker,
That’s
what makes it stand out.
She
colors my life.
Now all the
shades,
They are mixed,
Scrambled,
and dry cracked in the sun,
Like my
old paintbox.
Sept 2011
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