December, 2009
My eyes
Listened
To only
Your song
Of sadness.
Tears
Gave way
To words.
Sleeping on
The Grass
Green!
Was but
A Vision
But, My Lord,
You lay
There
Next to me
Speaking of
Red
On your
Glasses, bloody..
Like war-paint.
Painful encounters
Unbearable
Ecstasy.
Wonder
If my
Soul
Can burn
All….?
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