A single touch is all it takes
To numb ones soul of grave mistakes
One slight endearment- deep yet small
One flicker of colour to shame them all
Here and now in this embrace
There and then- upon your face
To be beside you flawed and scarred
To be naked before you without such guard
Beneath the rhythm, below the pain
Its so commonly different that its almost the same
Somehow in his madness I see in the dark
This gift owed to the daylight- the indelible spark
One day, out of darkness, she will come to the light
One day when the darkness is due only to night
M
(December 15 2007)
Thursday, July 2, 2009
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