Fame Snapshots of Frame
stripped down the flesh, your skin has color
the canvass of memory, captivated by the
tainted glow of unleavened loaf of time, groom
to hold the timeless moment of waiting, please
strip off in the bed night sleep and lay beside
me
gesture that shed every drawn the tableau
of a naked fresh, had cool the chilly froze cloth
of the first morning fog of southern autumn,
that reminds the angel’s steps assembled of
beautiful wings full of sweat balls; like a
snowdrift roaring inside every walls, where the
doorstep at your head had listen dear, a
smashing bubble that lead oxygen-free away to
the staircase of reality, the sacred fame frame
the soul
imitate the snapshots and close the frame
inside the window of the coming day, the
heavenly sky is waiting on the droplet of moist
in the stairway to the closeness of the night, and
let the galaxy beam its night gleams of forever
strong command of your heart, I shall be braved
rebuffs, the pain where the heart bloom,
inherent that boom, it will be over Darling at
the end …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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