
Conversation
We sat in the tent of a comrade
talking till late in the night.
Proof of love…
ignorance of Eros…
the third, unsaid thought
rippled through the conversation
carrying the night on its shoulders
like a wounded soldier.

Conversation
We sat in the tent of a comrade
talking till late in the night.
Proof of love…
ignorance of Eros…
the third, unsaid thought
rippled through the conversation
carrying the night on its shoulders
like a wounded soldier.