A Pair Of Seven Poem by Asset Balin

You are the fourteenth
And I would not hate you for that
You are but a two-edged- -knife
Useful to others but abhorring to my sight!

You are but a number
But you cut through my consciousness
Like a lemon pierced in tears
Succulent yet estranged to sweetness....


(And again on this day I would see-
I would see as I ought to be...........
Pairs of slippers slipping down the lane....
Pairs of sleepers conjoining down the curtains;
Pairs of inseparable palms swinging like chimes!
Pairs of arms twined like knots on the moonlit docks.
Pairs of heads assimilating into hearts
Pairs of silhouettes slanting on the benches
Pairs of threads and needles confining themselves
Pairs of tongues - - ?
I'll leave that to your minds.)

For you are the fourteenth
And you are but a number
I'll always have the thirtieth
On the inside corner
Of my affective attic.