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Tuesday 30 October 2012

Lips of Poetry


Long after your kiss

My lips throb

Tremble

Shiver

Open like the pages

Of a poetry book

Blown by a cool breeze

I speak only poems then

Written by your lips

Tuesday 16 October 2012

The Next Station is. . .



The digital voices announce

Your station

I deboard

And wait

For you

Knowing

That you won’t come

I wait

Till the end of time

When every metro takes

Its last electric breath

And the station is

A graveyard of trains

I remain there

Waiting

Like

An unheard announcement