waiting for water to boil in the dark,
and the moon
did sweep under me
as flame atop stove
does curl beneath kettle
and I was struck
by a whispering
of the birds of my tears
cat standing beside me
so high rose I
so low I fell
and then the
beauty was
silent
and blue
and the only utterings
were a flame
atop a stove
so bring me tea
bring me coffee
so I may see
and lift the kindred hearts
from beneath the soil
and let me beseech them
this:
love unto me
as only
I will
as only
I can
as only I am
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 8:32 PM UTC
waiting for water to boil in the dark,
and the moon
did sweep under me
as flame atop stove
does curl beneath kettle
and I was struck
by a whispering
of the birds of my tears
cat standing beside me
so high rose I
so low I fell
and then the
beauty was
silent
and blue
and the only utterings
were a flame
atop a stove
so bring me tea
bring me coffee
so I may see
and lift the kindred hearts
from beneath the soil
and let me beseech them
this:
love unto me
as only
I will
as only
I can
as only I am