nightingale

Posted by Robert Anderson On Wednesday, November 30, 2011 0 comments

I died tonight
in the silences spaced violently
between each beat
of your heart

invoked your touch
to follow where ancient lovers
have always cried before

then bore you as my essence,
clinging to the heated breath
of your swelling kiss,
lost in you -- so, so lost

imperfection can't ever believe in us
in this bright instant
for I will never
forsake you

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