“beginners”

on heads on hearts

on beds

apart

in the death

are the catacombs

and the dark

where spirits lay

to find your soul

your mate

to be taken

from this place

on chests

resting softly

hands touching

so far apart

and knowing

the ways of differing arts

on mending

your days

a pillar of soft dust

in a thrilling display

to capture

and corner

and savor her ways

from lust

and longing

the fragile one fraying

on knees

and bended

before her touch

to wonder

not knowing

what there

lies beneath

a canopy of stars

to cradle and swoon

beneath her arms

clutching and bare

so it should be

on minds on matters

this feeling of freedom

in windows that shatter

and when that day comes

a vision in tatters

you will not be alone

but in the arms of strangers

 

-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 7/8/12

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