Sunday, November 15, 2009

It is...

With the killer hands, the lips all red,
your favorite eyes all rounded out and
almond shaped,
to take the light from my old place
to take the days and days,
and take the time that we had left,
to take the place of seven sisters holding on
to the child of your deepest heart,
your heart

To save, with the killer hands,
to save a life and kiss the reddest lips,
that's the wish that you whispered in my ear,
but no, it's better than that,
because you die in the morning,
suddenly, it's the most beautiful thing
I've ever seen,

It just is...

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