Dec 08, 2007 06:20
put your hand upon my head
deja vu: you've been in there before
or at least i've told you of it
sometime after we met
light and dark, these days we walk
sometimes together, but never for long
like the sandy beach and the tide
meeting and parting with a wink and a laugh
i mention circles one day, in bed
it must've been cold, we're in a pile again
limbs and limbs, and sometimes feelings
all of it inconsequential in the grand scheme of things
i've got your music blasting in my ear again
thoughts of later is for later
today, it's a bittersweet pill to swallow
but, you know, i'm kind of addicted
[end]
poetry,
bittersweet symphony