Saturday, April 19, 2008

Aqueous Requiem

In my lamenting mood, a friend is what I really need

All I see is an inky black mistress with which to share company

Still but violent her yellow eyes reflected ominously into mine

Though she didn’t speak, she comforted me with her body’s sounds

I wish to join her

The frosty chilly of this eve keeps clothes on

Senses prevail, they carry me on

Alone again

To the lone warmth of this new place I call home…

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