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.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment