In still of night that sits pretty <br />permanently on weaklings week limbs <br />a scar appears from nowhere <br />and makes a dwelling firm <br />on the so far blithe suppleness <br />You live to die and die living <br />every look a gash <br />every touch reconstruct <br />the untainted sinuous flesh <br />to be gashed afresh <br />to die living <br /> <br /> <br />* Needless to say Indira inspired it<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/die-living/
