He, the blemish to my reasoning, is reluctant to leave me.
Like a cut that doesn’t stop bleeding, he never gets elapsed.
Not to blame him, i let him zip that deal, long back, with wine.
And thereafter he called me vino de Jerez*.
He, the keeper of chateaus, was stunning like the roses of Lebanon and smelled of dry figs.
He knew the right time when vines budded and pomegranates bloomed.
He never saw a mirror or kissed a woman.
He was without shadows. His veins were purple.
Alone in the Hykala*, facing the west, I mastered the premise of evolution, from him.
He let me fall in love, then, out of it too.
The totem of my kind---
The star over my providence---
He refuses to leave me, alone.
>SherinBirthday wishes Eve!
Check out her blog > The gospel according to Eve
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Interesting composition!
Redefining Oblivion wishes you a Very Happy, Healthy, Prosperous and Purposeful 2012, and beyond.
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