Tuesday, July 12, 2011

The way it happens

To feel it,
to grasp your heart
and to die while you write
is not so regally like let’s say
kissing untouched beauties
between the sheets.

to listen to Mahler
and after that to throw away
all the symphonies like

Summer time,
I kiss the hog
and whisper
good night, darling, good night

--Peycho Kanev has been writing poetry for the past 10 years. His poems have appeared in more than 400 literary magazines. He is nominated for the Pushcart Award and lives in Chicago. His new poetry collection “Bone Silence” was released in September 2010 by Desperanto, NY.

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