the darkness comes a-calling

January 25, 2005 tuesday - 22:54

dreaming of a happiness
lost or gone or imagined


velvet blackness, my most favourite friend, wrap your arms around me
breathe in my lungs and wash in my sea
grey that spots the edge of vision
i see, i see, i see you
something brilliant, pure and painful in my heart
ribbons silk and satin around my wrist around my waist
tying me down, pulling me down,
into water like foam like cream
and i sleep...

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