L O F T

February 7, 2012

 

It might seem

All this wretched week

I’m nights dreaming,

‘Till their drench ed sheets

Drape their flushed & fleshy souls

In the same town

Wet, & yet

They won’t be drowning

In deep waters

Just out the door, around.

.

They’ll soon drift,

‘Till noon, on a different drift.

At long last They’re lift ed

A strong  love’s loft,

Soft, &

Gifted.

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