Monday, March 15, 2010

Quiet Secret

My heart falls in love
With the words
In between-

They fill the inches
Of my soul
With hope

And my
Pillowcase with sonnets,
And dreams...

Of you...
And the lips I've never seen,
Or come close enough to taste;

And oh-
There is something woven,
Where the night hangs...

My soft,
Gentle imagination...

And you.

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