Dear One

Dear one speaks
inert laughter in secret languages,
assaults not yet carried out, fondest wounds
the ruleless pearl of silk pictures in motion
plural bodies in locked-wedged embrace lasting too long.
Ghosts as it ends
wisdom wasted as the spear hits tender
striking the fires, we live, smell of it
our common nourishment,
the souls tainted course is love.
We the cannibals, suspended
trading places, the learned with the fools
laid bare, happy in the palm of the enemy
harbouring ourselves in

the greatness of equals.