Saturday, March 28, 2009

Love's Contract's Cataract

growing chapped as your lips
in this dry conversation
cracked and deteriorating
piercing all we instigated

long since the beginning
has descended the feeling
and none could have predicted
us left so cleft and keeling

how in this bind we'd be pent
spent on all imagination
the magic's old and tiring
fact is we need new fascinations

waned is my obligation
staying yours mutual disinterest
shifting are our orbits
continents in evolution's fissuring

and one day when our
love's no longer extant
with prehistoric bewilderment we'll
contemplate how we kept up the act

but for us both now whilst
love's existence is dimming
it's the contract of cataracts' blindness
clouding for all our squinting

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