in the time of lunacy

dusted off
by fits and starts
by the rowdy summer gusts
stars
were flickering

for us

after weightless
pros and cons
clothes left  scattered
love was born

in the time
of lunacy

we unplugged
the distant sea
under lights
of moony
eve

in the shallows
of belief

we could dance
through endless sighs
craved for steps
and splashed in eyes
deemed to perish
due to lust

there’s
nothing
to degust
when the senses
built a crust
made of
singed and rusted
trust

stray
as bullets
morning rays
hit with dots
where  thoughts
benday

lipstick traces
sinful places
distant faces
spaced out spacing
in the offing
instant coffee
and baccate
half in shadows
half roseate
something rendered
lain in wait

July 20, 2012


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