MIDNIGHT SUITE

(I) I WRITE OF LOVE
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Iv'e written about
dying,a thousand times...
But tonight___
tonight I write about love...
about sad lips finding each other,
in the darkness,
of hands that grasp___flesh to flesh...

I write of madness___
the dark fear of losing...
of flesh that will be,
cloistered in coffins,
and wither to bone.

I write about love,
the sweet harmony
that does not last
and fades away...
like the mist.

I write of the
ecstasy of the spirit,
for which the flesh is
but an excuse...
but an indispensible cage,
which alone,
can hold love.

I write of
the pink of the flesh,
under the brown of skin...
I write of temptation,
I write of sin...
I write of ecstasy___
I write of love,I write
of you...
(12.05 AM)

(II)WHISPER
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Can you
hear my silence?
In vain does it
try,whispering to you,
asking you not to leave...

...And tho',
tho' the tongue
knows not how to
caress speech___
the soul bleeds forth
in an empty gaze.

Can you not___
not hear the silence?
It is deafening,
It is screaming,
screaming out to you...
(12.21 AM)

(III)ON THE FEAR OF DYING
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Last night,
in a dream,
I attended my own funeral...
Dressed in black,
stiff and paralyzed,I lay...
They shut the lid
of the fucking coffin on my face,
and would not let me out...
(12.35 AM)

(IV)BLINDING AN EYE
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In my bedroom
there was a mirror...
It watched me
everyday___
watched me as I slept
watched me as I dreamt...
watched me,
as the smoke loved my lungs,
and the alcohol poisoned my blood...
watched me as I bled,
or burnt with passion on my bed...
Then yesterday...
Yesterday I broke it.
(1.00 AM)

(V)ENDING DISCREDIT
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This is,
the final piece of shit,
I will scribble tonight___
It was nice,
Nice knowing you___
if only for an hour or so...
and nice of you
to watch me bleed...
But the fever ends here.
(1.15 AM)
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Anirban Kapil Baishya(7/4/2007)