Wistful Upon a Perforated Napkin
Wistful upon a perforated napkin,
black scrawl on scratchy white,
inexpensive.
Wistful upon a perforated napkin,
slip an indulgence in repose,
to desecrate
a temple of endeavours.
P.S.: Written on 25 Jan 09 at the public library down Victoria Street; edited on 1 Feb 09. Edited again on 3 Feb 09.
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A Doorway
I glance in your eyes
a doorway,
closer and closer
I slink,
deeper and deeper
I fall,
where angels sing,
and heaven's bells ring,
into the nirvana of your lovely soul.
P.S.: Now, I've been thinking of writing a series of love poems for Valentine's Day. Just maybe...
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