Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Cunning
I'll let you know how it looks
but I have been this way for too long
laid to rest and time for change
when Fall is a prison
and it's useless trying to charm one kiss
from the November snakes you wear
wrapped around your shoulders
the only way to surrender
your voice was a sapphire
on a leash of slow falling snow
you sang with such trauma
in your wild dark eyes
in shallow spaces where nothing is big
if only you were still here to be my breath
in cold platinum embrace
you chose to live
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Terms of Surrender
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