The Lost Warmth and Me
The Lost Warmth and Me
Judus in the Garden of Gothsemane can trick
An Adam once again.
The pain opens teeth and grins
At the face of our helpless obsession.
We breath sulpher--
Oh yes, human chemistry is changing.
The warmth slips out of me
Yet, I feel ok with it --
The sulpher sustains our decayed souls.
Copyright © Sadat Khan | Year Posted 2011
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