he sat, in a wisplike breath <br />living the recurrence of broken glass panes <br />his hair brushed to imperfection <br />bodily sinews bled of want <br />the wings of his sleep wrinkled <br />around the phantom of my broken ship <br />his eyes were but hidden real, like gemstones <br />caught in carves, shapes and skin <br />I've watched him untying <br />his venous knots to hunger inside <br />the stories of labia cuts <br /> <br />stolen kisses around the doorway <br />to my darkness of forever <br />knobs were caught rusting by the sun. <br />I've dressed in a tale <br />and buttoned up Venus dreaming. <br />His smile, repeated in me <br />an old gramophone cracking <br />the grass still moving the forgotten night <br />where sheer white curtains bled his breath <br />I've loved and loved the eyes and his dried sweat <br />till he was a slave, a god, and <br />the Adonis undone.<br /><br />Saberi Roy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adonis-undone/
