Thursday, November 02, 2006

The End


Let me meet you
among the dying light
where men still write
poems of love
and the end.

Let me show you
my heart and its
broken fragments
like a sonnet
and the end.

Let me wander through
the gallery
of your soul
and stare into your eyes
one last time
and the end.

Let me meet you
among the dying light
where men still write
poems of love
and the end.


-BOGOTA. November 2. 2006
Photograph: London. 1990.

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