Friday, May 30, 2014
Coat of Many Arms
During the summer when the warm winds blow
In an instant rapture comes instant sorrow
At 3:00 am I am awakening by your ghost
Your breath and your voice in my ear
It is ecstasy and torture, no lover of mine
At 8:00 am the day begins
And in the song of the sparrow and crow
I feel your hands upon my hips
Gliding towards the passage that you only know
Around 4:00 pm after tea
I understand the feeling of being lost
The stories of towers, fair maidens and dragons
Of being conquered and subtle exposure to fresh water
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