Tuesday, 16 March 2010


Notwithstanding the force of love –

knocked down.

Inappropriately tired –

wanting more, nevertheless.

Not without a certain beauty –

certainly embodied by

nonotherthan an assignation

most secretly made.

However, all in all,

together we lie – divided by

truth: I could have sworn

but how can language be bad?

I’m sleeping on your feet –

You can’t keep my eyes open.

Nodding off and on in

accord with our hearts.

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