maandag 26 oktober 2009

well my dear

well my dear
well smoke
my dear

i fall
for all
in that

drink and think
and talk and sing

and whisper me
to bed

have arms
around me
warm

surround me,
my dear,
let's have a chat

about why fire
warm wild fire
lingers in my vanes
like this

makes me wonder
somehow wonder

how fire is a bliss.

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