AND i should become this sweet death
that i may have failed you!
As breathing as faithfully as angels
weeping upon my arm slowly with pinkish
ponderous slender clawing fingers
it is my heart that aches but my
mind and body trembles for such lost
With her breathing as (lost) faithfully
her low necked soul-dressed within flowers
as silent shoulders
wishing a deep pause of terrible dreams
dreaming love and tenderness spreading
through spring’s fields of this heart
that never changes : i am Summer!
and as my dreams come
come, sweet death!
:: 12182015 ::