"unseparated"

she must be slumbering:
listen to his hanging chains,
revive the mirrors from being away,
lift the masks and smile to Sahib.
there are burning candles's wax,
canes, clamps and cross.
the dark has dined on
the dessert of light;
with the wolves in return
she now able to shadow,
unseparated from her lover.

for Sahib
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
21jun11
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