Tuesday, December 18, 2012

fall into the sky,
and i would fall
with you into
the bliss of the
infinite night.

i find it hard to
deal with my heart,
that opens itself like
a flower all the time.

my weakness is not.
my world of
storms should not rage
on your doorstep

- or, if they do, they
ought to leave your
battered windows alone.

so heart, let alone his
garden of roses, let alone,
and remember how accustomed
you were to being with yourself.

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