Tuesday, March 2, 2010

those sad hours

I fall in love, thoroughly, again.

Your voice trails
dances with the coyote calls .

Your silver cross
protecting your heart.

Your eyes give you away, thoroughly, again.

I peer over your gate
when the sunlight dims.

Sing gypsy hymns
as the moonlight enters the room

I wish to be in, thoroughly, again.

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