principles fragmented. <br />whirring in vertigo motion <br />lust seen, felt <br />everywhere; inhaling the <br />fragrance of feathery dusts <br />weightless in his heart, <br />love unreal, <br />unsettling... <br /> <br /> <br />'the heavier fragments <br />are long dead buried <br />with his love inhumed' <br /> <br /> <br />her footsteps are heavy <br />on further reckoning, <br />ripped up the transparent <br />sleets in dismay. <br />an unweaned doe longs <br />to commune with spirits. <br /> <br />desperate for a love <br />to resurrect...<br /><br />Alice Cuenca<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dusts-2/
