Not yet a greater sound
Than that of eased recognition
Of silence bewildered by the empty house
My lover left me in
I heard his voice softly whisper
I never wish to hear again
To hold close the faint lips
My gentleman, my friend
I ****** in every memory
As if the air itself could breathe
Dancing around quiet graves
Until our parting eve
Until I see with my own eyes
Your figure come to greet
I’ll stay a wait
For hours late
For parted lips and lovers arms
Embrace these hearts
These slighted charms
Stay this night
With me.
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 6:29 PM UTC
Not yet a greater sound
Than that of eased recognition
Of silence bewildered by the empty house
My lover left me in
I heard his voice softly whisper
I never wish to hear again
To hold close the faint lips
My gentleman, my friend
I ****** in every memory
As if the air itself could breathe
Dancing around quiet graves
Until our parting eve
Until I see with my own eyes
Your figure come to greet
I’ll stay a wait
For hours late
For parted lips and lovers arms
Embrace these hearts
These slighted charms
Stay this night
With me.
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