It all went very well till yesterday
When we met as perfect strangers
In the dim glow of evening
Talking through an intermediary
Into the silence of the night
Hiding in the translucent fabric of desires,
Eradicating the evil that has persisted
Since the writing of the Holy Testament.

Then something sweetly shrouded
Came into the shadow of the night
Right out of a French almanac
In shades of risqué sepia
Wanting to know what it was
That was bothering us across the umbilicus,
Forcing us to go beyond the margins
Into the toasty world of expectations. .

The night was sloshing away to heaven,
Slowly transfiguring the ethical world
Of sin and punishment
Into the dawn of a discontinuous history
Where there remained only one desire
Beyond any text and that was
To emulsify a dream
With the protean ingredients of reality.

 © Mukesh Williams

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