My verses though

for the world at large.

I sing couplets few

For someone I knew.

To erase all pain

stands unfair to the art.

Embrace some ache

In heart of your heart.

Etiquette of the flesh:

Profound- when in the mind.

Else, in the body -

A fire, to quench desire.

If embraced by eyes,

Dreams sting like thorns.

They just exist to lie

upon the brows and adorn.

I look at your hands-

Oh, your hands – it feels

Are only there to light

Lamps in the temples.

This pursuit of knowledge

These journals, these books, all done-

To consign to oblivion,

memories of a certain someone.