your cold hearted unresponsiveness
to my seeking you so fervently
makes my heart slow down
threatening even to stop pumping
that life giving blood to flow
to every fibre of my being
your hiding your face
and letting me not know your dwelling
that i may not reach you
to plead with you listen to supplications
overflowing from my heart
the centre of my desolations
your running away from me
with those gold ear-studs
your stone deafness and silence
of that widest wilderness
not even a camel, the desert ship
can enable me to reach you
to deliver my message
for my becoming whole
henry victor
16.04.2010
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