come woman
whose whispers are like her song
whose black eyes reflect on me the sun
pass through me in your form
that soul
that enters my vein in coldness.
fly around my head like my thoughts of you
where my fantasies exist in no dimentions
live there like a leaf with withered blades
stay there
and I will stare at you
look at you if you want as a keep living
in my sufferings.
Posted by luisbaring
at 1:59 AM EDT
Updated: Wednesday, 26 July 2006 2:06 AM EDT
