Thursday, September 08, 2005

the poet as a lover . . .

these trickling drops of rain
that traverse from your eyes to your lips
and then break into a surreal flame
urge me like a moth to hum paeans
and perish at the threshold of our kiss

:-)

© Dan Husain
September 8, 2005

1 comment:

_Soulless_ said...

urge me like a moth to hum paeans

Ssooo beautiful a line that it makes me sigh. ^_^