By Rbe Pramono
I breathe thy breath and sip the wine of thy lips
the flow of pain from vein then slowly drains
for love and ecstasy the wounds do slain
to roof of feelings all the memory leaps
with needled pebbled way the path does bend
leaving all the wishes to pieces to crack
and our whole world into the deepest vault to pack
a sign, the sand castle we build suddenly ends
the drops of rain bring us to the darkest chamber of mist
and thus chilled the hills with dust of flames
when I sip thy lips and drown so deep
so let us fly and get our souls twist
be the clouds with joyous grief playing the games
a flash of ages we save before we sleep
May 29th, 2012
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Rbe Pramono. A poet, lives in Yogyakarta.
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