what we felt
where is she
that she moves
in light
darkness arising
when she feels
alone
or jealous.
drunkenly
she cries
about her
feelings
dull fires
throbbing,
the menace
of greyness
shooting darkly
for the moon..
they talked tenderness
to have seen it pass.
listen, in myself
nature is sad
small prints of the day
smeared on the dark.
still we wait,
make love
and laugh
breathless
shadow counting
again,
change.
March 28th, 2008 at 10:14 am
still you have love and still you hear her.
March 28th, 2008 at 10:54 pm
you share like
mumbo jumbo
dumbo you know..
not how to reel
late or part
ici pate..
only be-rate
March 30th, 2008 at 9:27 am
not me, but the other who was here before!