lundi, août 14, 2006

I Don't Like Your Leaving, Part II

And how will you leave me, my Darling?
My Sweet?
All alone and blue
here in my Shoe
with stop signs around me
but no need to stop
spinning precarious
through streets after dark?

How will you leave me, my Sweetheart?
My Love?
In a big empty booth
your own Sarah Ruth
one shoe on, one shoe off
no smile returned
from folded up cloth
candle unburned?

How will you leave me, my Treasure?
My Dove?
You'll sail off tomorrow
and drown me in sorrow?
I've not forgotten
that you have promised
a column of kisses
for the girl left unkissed.


Blogger Afro Assault said...

You really are amazing.

5:46 AM  

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