Across the Temple Hall

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Where were we,
Among those writhing
Bodies oiled with sweat
And passions hot,
Less an orgy,
More a war,
Were they all busy,
When our eyes met,
Across the temple hall.

Another dusk,
Another year,
We prostrate ourselves
Before our chosen gods,
On a higher plane
We may have been
Yet when I turned around
Our eyes met,
Across the temple hall.

And now I meet,
You yet again
In a graveyard
Of midnight’s dreams,
Stranger, who are you?
Do you know, I burn,
For you,
Like fire on blood red
Carnations at noon.


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20 thoughts on “Across the Temple Hall

  1. Sabio Lantz May 5, 2017 / 3:39 PM

    Fascinating — if only I knew the myth feeding the allusion. But good even independent of that.

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  2. frankhubeny May 5, 2017 / 10:38 PM

    All it takes are eyes meeting each other and perhaps more powerfully in a sacred place. I like the description of burning in the last two lines.

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  3. ladynyo May 5, 2017 / 11:14 PM

    Passionate ….poems of passion done well are rare. This is one.

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  4. hypercryptical May 7, 2017 / 5:41 PM

    Unrequited love never feeds the burn of desire, just stokes it up more.
    Love your poem too.
    Anna :o]

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