Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Combat of Shadows: Mating Call

Come let's shed the trappings of civilisation

The cocoons of respectability

And met in the arena of shadows

When fireflies glow with love.

Just two combatants

You and me, and let the bodies armed

With the Braille of love strain

To overcome each other in a combat

Neither of us win

or lose.

Let the minds soar

To a dizzying zenith

Where novas are born

Life so near death

And then fall caressing the clouds

Back to their vapid cages.

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