Sunday, August 30, 2009

to wrap arms about the sunset's daughter

tell your dreams to me. i want to know the way sleep enfolds you. i can see you sleep-eyed and slurring beneath the summer sheets, your smile a blessing in some unfamiliar language, your body a dream the flowers have forgotten. i would like a bouquet of you to decorate my rooms, that all my days might hold beauty.

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