Grey hair, glassy eyes, when did her skin
Crinkle so soft? We haven’t said a
word in years. Blind mornings
In the same bed for thirty five.
Her fingers wrestle gravity, glass shaking in cold hands.
Feet wet with fright, eyes up all night,
We brave on stranger lands.
I wonder when the beat collapsed, heart
breaks the cisterns rays. The holes they mound upon her lamp,
Her lips my memory fade.
The light we spoke in dancing streets,
Barb wire caught our clothes at meet.
We prayed on stars and burnt the night.
With words that fevered high.
That fire that we lit,
Free parachute the sky.
I let it dim with chills bone deep.
Time wrapped in sheets of nine to five,
The lie humanity hums a heap, cradled
Deep in prayers of silent rain.
Our beautiful was put to shame.
No claim for man’s passivity, I come to her
With quiet plea. Morning dawns
With paper rhymes, a cup of coffee
rid the sigh,
Of tainted care and poor goodbyes.
And I did this for thirty five.
I sit and stare at her.
Grey hair, glassy eyes, when did her skin
Crinkle so soft?
I've yet the words to make up roads,
but in this minute I'll let
Us find.
Our love in old and naked time.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_KId5R_f-YI
and so we pray,
m
[loveandtime]
Beautiful Margot!!
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