Thursday, October 07, 2010

Counting Sheep


Such were oppressive nights, seemingly laden down
with humid smokey haze of love lorn eyes.
Elsewhere, heavy with thought and drink
featherweight pillows cradle a lover courting sleep.
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2 comments:

Ricercar said...

how beautiful!

it even jarred me out of my now habitual bitterness about matters of the heart ;)

9:30 AM
P said...

We are all so jaded! :)

(Thankyou!)

8:49 PM

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