Thursday, March 24, 2005


You have now become the bright 
Heavenly ink of my dark soul 
That writes about the night and love, 
And the tight, painful feelings 
Of loving you that
Soften as we touch. 
O, to write about us! 
The Moon! 
Truth lives in your eyes. 
I will dwell there until we sleep again, 
Silently on the bosom of the warm, dark earth,
Waiting to change into dust
That shall touch and recall
That hour of our mother's
Warm and watery womb.


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