Brief Encounters
The morning yawned contagiously, and
the night beneath the cloak of subterfuge,
inhales, herding the day towards journeys end
The night flirts flittingly with the exhalations,
the day emits before it calls it a night
Exchanging glances, blushing, just before sleep annoyingly
flutters on the days lashed blinking rays
The night upon an enchanted loom spins
dreams of gilded floss and gloss, and
day presses to memory the meliflous
rhythm of the looms staccatto
The morning awakes, weaving yawns
on memories — as night fades, shadowing
sleep, night slumbers, the copper moon —
a ring of throth, holds nuptials, fidelity
pledged on broken lines — the dotted stars
as day and night divorce — upon the dawning of the dusk,
The day, denudes the night in dusks
dawning effervescent light,
The stars for tears — brief encounters,
“I never knew you to have loved you”,
— they greet upon a lie.
Copyright ©. R Tsambounieri Talarantas. April 2020. All Rights Reserved.