Babylon

Alone in Babylon
just prior to the fall:
we could have lived here
for a thousand years
and never thought to touch.

Sophisticates of feral charm,
we scratch away the ennui
with claws sharpened
by bitter experience.

Where love is lorn
hate has its charm
and we glow with it
like syncopated angels
in a flashing dance of death.

Added @ 01:58 PM to Poetry category on October 03, 1998