Tuesday, June 5, 2007

the sirens song

it's jasmine on a vine
twisting like july
she holds bugs in her palm
like kisses
held and tossed to the sky

it rained that night
settled the heat
you settled the score
i claimed defeat

it's a poem this time
a painting
or a postcard
it was scribbled and drawn
erased and torn

it was a breath
i held
a song we sung
and at last my darling
at last
we're done.

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