Sunday, July 23, 2006

My Muse, my only.

I am words you say,
Without knowing the meaning.
I am the awkward pulse
You breathe
While finding a breath to exhale.
All I know
Is the rogue lovers
Who have falsely tried
Will all dissolve when our bodies are entangled.

Memories we will soon make
Mean more to me than what I have.
Phantom musings will soon be true
Before long, I will feel your hands on me.

Tonight let this languid heart
Be bored with this moment
Up to the day you are bed ridden with me.