Sunset Pedagogies II
The scripts that built bridges toppled
Into the famished and oceanic mouth
Where every sunset soused its itching
I searched inside every vacant room
And marauded transparent dooms
Where I may find you flaying colors
Or flitting among flared starlights
All these corridors stood in the semblance
Of your open palms, echoing your psalms
To steer my feet into the end
Of this labyrinthine pondering
And self-pitying and destructing
And in my hopefulness I nearly forgot
The boudoir of yellow petals that was cloyed
By crimson laces and fervent kisses
Is taken to an odyssey by an exonerated sea
And the lighthouse remained unlighted
So in this labyrinth I tried to find
My own room instead and tried
To find my sleep, my lullaby
Without your affable camaraderie
Basking in a brazen sunset
To let go of the brambly bouquet
And be the departing phantoms
That I mused and confounded.
poem by Norman Santos
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