Music defines a poorly-drawn curvature
of a soul forced to seclusion, and it
contours the lips of a silenced lover
forever sewn to silence and dormancy
and it corrects cruelty in a conniving way;
an ally to keep, and enemy easily tamed
and while it secures a fellowship forever
fixated against a finished painting, it can
also inflict injuries, and while you succumb
to the wounds, it hums a soothing sonata,
and heals what no man can ever cure
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
ПоэзияI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
