Until You Forget

Until You Forget

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

All This Loose Ground

Such red roses
Must be growing
Amidst the thorns
Of your desire,
Dripping with the secret
Grapes of such passion

I will prevail
Over the monsters
That destroy me
And share perfumes
With you
In virgin gardens
Our love is preparing
From all this loose ground

I hold you
Beneath my fingers
Like a butterfly that trembles
The leaf it lands upon

But one day I will hold you
Like a leaf
And you the butterfly

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