Sometimes when I
close my eyes
to see the darkness
that hides just beneath
my pale, red eyelids
Sometimes when I
stuff my fingers
into my ears to hear
the sounds of nothing
Sometimes when I
try to drown myself
in the soapy, lavender bath
I see the sunset in your eyes
I hear the tremor in your voice
I feel the flowers of your imagination on my skin...
Friday, January 26, 2007
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