I inhale the rain-refreshed air.
Your eyes are grey,
and aren't willing to tell me.
I ruffle your red hair
as sunbeams bend to moon,
but it's "time to go", you've got "work to do".
The moss covers wall,
the squirrel grows fat,
we have kinks to combat.
The noise--tremendous,
I try to distract,
but you turned tail--straight for rabbit hole.
I lost
you
in the sheets.
No heat,
freeze, freeze, freeze--
the wind's grief.
You crawl, wounded dog,
I leap into night sky,
searchlight in love, in vain.
Apr 26, 2011
Apr 26, 2011 at 10:21 PM UTC
I inhale the rain-refreshed air.
Your eyes are grey,
and aren't willing to tell me.
I ruffle your red hair
as sunbeams bend to moon,
but it's "time to go", you've got "work to do".
The moss covers wall,
the squirrel grows fat,
we have kinks to combat.
The noise--tremendous,
I try to distract,
but you turned tail--straight for rabbit hole.
I lost
you
in the sheets.
No heat,
freeze, freeze, freeze--
the wind's grief.
You crawl, wounded dog,
I leap into night sky,
searchlight in love, in vain.
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