parapraxis

A Small
Piece of
Broken heart
Crawling the
Darkness
Of orphic
Clairvoyance
He said when
Love, lust, flesh
And the murmuring sex
Filled up life
To the brim
Broken pieces, lighter
Waves around
Catching the glimpses
Of misty eyes
Cleared them off
Many
Many a times
Living lie, a lie
A death
Crawling again
Love, love
I want to
Kiss again..
The deadly pain