we’ll meet again
don’t know where
don’t know when
the less curious the cat
the gentler its death
i know
someday
we’ll sing and dream
from dusk to dawn
the past foregone
we’ll have our secret interlace
and journey beyond the moon
we shall keep it sweet
o
pale
sweet
honey!
was clamouring for his heart;
no, not anymore.”
at what glows, for my heart is
maddeningly soft.”
feel something, but his poor heart
felt nothing, nothing.”
i’ve traced your veins, only with my eyes
and i’ve sung delicately, waywardly
would you plant carousel kisses on me?
you carry the ocean in your eyes
and the north wind laces your bones
i like your songful, trembling hands
and chai tea from that street cafe
i collect dreams in glass jars
and tremulous feelings
red and khaki
dimples and regrets
share with me honey breaths
and the touch of soft hands
sometime, and feel sweet triumph
against my bosom.”
be lovely and delightful
all the time for you.”
turned out, sadly, to be
nothing but a flicker.”
for you’ve been most wonderful,
but we said goodbye.”
by my lonesome tonight
‘till dust bunnies float by.”
about the most complex thing -
my heart it races.”
A locked door and tears,
cold tiles beneath my bare feet,
relief at long last.
Such a pleasant mood
to sing, bake and read a book,
oh, maybe I should!
The stars are beaming
but my happiness, I know,
outshines any star.
you gave me frosted cupcakes
and my tongue stained blue.”
blueberry cookies -
simple, sweet indolence.”
an uncanny likeness of
tonight’s waning moon.”
