Wednesday, July 14, 2010

The SPMW of my life.

Hard but you can polish it.
Precious, it has eyes. Can wound.
Would dance upon water. Sinks.
Stays put. Crushed, becomes a road.
(STONE)

Mine to give, mine to offer
No resistance. Mine
To receive you, mine to keep
The shape of our night.
(PILLOW)

My former friend, my traitor.
My too easily broken.
My still to be escaped from.
(MIRROR)

To support this roof.
To stand up. To take
Such weight in the knees...
To keep the secret.
To envy no cloud.
(WALL)

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