Tuesday, August 28, 2012

The rainy
the thirsty night
through the walls
and I wrap my
songs around me

You bore me
to death 
this I must tell you
I may lose you -
my favourite books
and all
I may have to walk
barefooted through
sun scorched lives

I do not fear
I stare 

into midnight
the lover -
The insomniac
white petals lay
on rippling water
wakefulness echoing 
fearless solitude

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