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I slip into the bed
Amidst the four cherry wood posts.
The red sheets are cold.
Such unwelcoming hosts.
You're still in my mind.
For now...please go away.
I have to sleep.
It's been 8 days.
Lids close over blue-green glass.
Your favorite now.
I open Blake's poem
About a tyger on the prowl.
Like dreams during the day.
Like writing on a cold December night.
Thoughts dart across a starry
Silver twilight.
Green...blue...pink...
Red...purple...white...
Flaming tongues lick the stars
On a December night.
Scales shimmer in the sky.
That's me up there.
Dance with me all night long
And live eternally in my care.
 Vampyre in the stars · Wed Dec 24, 2008 @ 12:38am · 0 Comments |
