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Friday, March 10, 2006

musings from the cellar

The sun is sunk, I have to leave you now
Another night of never ending dreams
And nightmare and again the holy vow
To win your heart, unlikely as it seems.

Behind ironic smiles I hide the truth
I would speak up if you were only free
And so I spent the jaded years of youth
But this is what I wish for us to be:

The sun, still shy is rising in the east
The silent darkness quietly destroyed,
By rays of light and gentle fingertips,
Nocturnal hunger sated by the feast

Of drops of love and live we both enjoyed
The taste of salt not wiped from lovers’ lips.

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