Posted by Paul Woods blue lids shell your wanton eyes; Your soft breasts rise and fall I would this were eternal Rain on my window Be still, my love, sleep on, sleep on.
on 3/18/2002, 12:12 pm
You sleep, so soft you sleep,
I stand in silent adoration of your hair,
that soft flame that strays over your cheek;
the carved pillar of your neck and line of jaw
catches my throat and storms my heart.
on quiet tides of breath and shadows
at the confluence of your lips confound my blood.
until bells toll and night falls forever
but fear the chill betrayal of time.
driven on Autumns sad winds, sing of decay
and fall and ripeness that rots unpicked.
I leave you now and yet reach out one last
straining hand to touch before I fade,
dissolve into the scented night.
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