a pair of seven

You are the fourteenth

And I would not hate you for that

You are but a two-edged---knife

Useful to others but abhorring to my sight!

 

You are but a number

But you cut through my consciousness

Like a lemon pierced in tears

Succulent yet estranged to sweetness....

 

 

(And again on this day I would see-

I would see as I ought to be...........

Pairs of slippers slipping down the lane....

Pairs of sleepers conjoining down the curtains;

Pairs of inseparable palms swinging like chimes!

Pairs of arms twined like knots on the moonlit docks.

Pairs of heads assimilating into hearts

Pairs of silhouettes slanting on the benches

Pairs of threads and needles confining themselves

Pairs of tongues ---- ?

 I’ll leave that to your minds.)

 

For you are the fourteenth

And you are but a number

I’ll always have the thirtieth

On the inside corner

Of my  affective attic.

Reviews

[Jess]

pair of tounges-----??I'll leave that to your minds.)
gosh;')))ansabeee??
awesome poem.....really love this piece!!!keep it up seath;')

[seath]

How's ur heart on that day?...
thnx for the compliment khicks

[Jess]

hmmm....my heart is beating in a normal way..hehehe...ur welcome seath