Tonight The pores Of this bed Shall unleash Streams of sighs Like one of the stricken storms Of the summer And The very Of a cold Shall twice Smoother its naked whole
Even On the Most part Where we kindled our impiety Or The centre Where we rowed and cloven On to each other And inflamed ourselves with delirium Will not be left alone either
Sleep Shall be Belch on the outskirts Of the ceilings By the rains of my tears And in their moist warmth Shall I seek solace for your absence
Alas! That which I hate Had come again To take the honour that dignifies me
Verily Many parts Of my bones are broken And crushed into many piece Yet All for a reason,You
But Then Even as I Watch you leave I shall still hold on to the ticks of time Till you retrace your steps back For I know this no Goodbye