Tuesday, December 19, 2006


The madness of innocence, innocent
      of madness,
We come together, break apart;
No falling but dancing,
No chasm but within.

I hold tightly onto names whispered
Under bedsheets    in your sleep
Talking about falling out of windows
To drown in puddled water
      like the moon.

"Loving hating, hating loving," soft,
To someone I never see; I dollop salt
And angel's dust just for glue
To hold our love together.

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