A brief look inside my mind. A reality that rose, then fell, only to rise again from the ashes of what I believe is true and not true.
Come into the interZone. . .
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Nameless Lovers
Nameless lovers
Tiptoe past closed doors
Nothing is heard;
Not even a breath
We have the room,
A bed and a window
Let us bury each other in the
Lovers embrace
Do not disturb,
But listen for sounds,
For moans or laughter
Of bliss
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