Last poem in the preview of Silhouettes - Muse
Do I really want her?
Or is it just to know a person,
to probe, to provoke?
I think I am trying to etch her,
Into one of my books
To traverse her mindscape. With intensity,
To possess mentally?
A milestone probably
Along the way to my destination.
I am sure there will be others,
but each would be a mark,
Ones that never heal,
Nor fester, nor leave.
They are just there,
as cuts deep, private.
Until they explode
onto pages
in words, verse, prose.
And then she is eternal.
(undated)
(c) Sunil R Nair, 2004
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