Tahseen al Khateeb

THE MASK

The strangers' footprints on the salient shadowy skin,
Smothered with what's left ; hoarse, acrid and forgotten.
                                   As if         a     firmament
of Nonchalance     ageLESS        ageOLD          aimless
of Ebony     Ecstasy         of agony of pain

Naked & blue the sins
falling
into this-moment-of-nothingness
When loosened
your hair
UNBUTTONing
the Wind's crowded wood-face .....

 

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