Here we are again
Twilights waiting,
Of ancient holds and heavy curses
Making a journey of every moment...
I think of the singular adventure that has been love
I think of the countless deaths that are still to follow.
Each touch, the precise means of my undoing.
Each taste a parable for the heart
For each kiss is the truth of illusion
Apr 27, 2011
Apr 27, 2011 at 10:33 PM UTC
Here we are again
Twilights waiting,
Of ancient holds and heavy curses
Making a journey of every moment...
I think of the singular adventure that has been love
I think of the countless deaths that are still to follow.
Each touch, the precise means of my undoing.
Each taste a parable for the heart
For each kiss is the truth of illusion
(written for Catherine Louise...years ago yet always moments away)