Wednesday, 22 May 2013

ALIEN LIGHT



         1

I must, she said,
Transmigrate
Into fresh clothes
Once I bathe my body. Or
The darkness will
Molest me. And
Smear me
With its secret juices.
So, give me
Your own as
A warranty, if
I must consider
Your prayer
To stay the night. Your
Nudeness
Will be my guarantee.
              
         2

Dressed
In my clothes
In the vanishing night’s
Alien light
You offered no
Guarantee.
I was no lender.
I was hunter. Stalker.
Watching the enchantress
Enter
The cage
Of my disguised garments.
Waiting to capture
The flowing
You.   

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