Tuesday, July 18, 2006

and no birds sing

while you sleep
do you dream
of me
of secrets shared
of games
we played
I sat you on
my waiting lap
and nothing else
saw all the day

while you sleep
do you miss
my touch words laughs
while we're apart
as I marvel
at your lovely brain
I do forget
you have no heart

I can hold you
while you sleep
but
you're cold
you're quiet
you're darkly pale

le beau dell sans merci

you never
knew me
not at all
you only held me
in your thrall

2 Comments:

Blogger Edward said...

darkly pale -- great

1:50 AM, July 20, 2006  
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12:07 PM, July 21, 2006  

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