Perfection

Perfection 
is a pockmarked chin,
the dented delftware,
or a greasy fingerprint
       in a book unread.

Perfection 
is a day between,
the sickle moon
and lukewarm tea 
       shared with friends.

Perfection is what was
        and is.

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Close to midnight

soon 
it’s midnight… 
silence
sound of nought
but crawl of claws
on gravel 
     footsteps
muted   far    away

laboured breath
from rotting jaws

heartbeats racing
   twisted bedsheets
wet with sweat
    when…
suddenly 
    a clock
strikes      twelve

and moonbeamed
from my throat 
         erupt 

howls for blood

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Hunger

Hunger is less 
for the pea-
nut butter sandwich

jammed 
       between
her lipsticked lips
then sips 
of sense-
      less passion
after.

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Thirst

his thirst 

is not

from lack 

but greed

that's why

he fences

the well

and watches

as 
the desert

grow(l)s

Tan Tenga - Paulownia

from the paulownia
without a breath of wind —
falling leaves              © Nozawa Boncho

crying for our memory

loss of secret tryst        © Myself

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