December 2011
31 posts
“I wish to fall asleep
in the strained notes of a lullaby,
in those last few...”
Remember you
I will remember your small room the feel of you the light in the window your records your books our morning coffee our noons our nights our bodies spilled together sleeping the tiny flowing currents immediate and forever your leg my leg your arm my arm your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.
