Tuesday, May 27, 2014

Me me.

I'm a daydreamer,
a seafarer
of the worlds of wonder.

I'm a simple wife,
a glinting knife,
an unwounded life.

Pick me up.
Oh do!
I can't sit here
anymore than you.

My eyes are full of stars,
your heart is full of dust.
Drink up, as fast as you can.
This bitter taste is not the plan.

Join me.
Someday,
when I'm awfully alone.
Make me sigh
make me smile
make me moan.


It's tough,
but can you love?
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