Saturday, May 03, 2008

woke up with a poem in my head

tears when you weep them
in soft sadness
are star sapphires.
i shall gather them
in my hands
to spill in pale confusion
upon your hair
when you are old.

1 comment:

michael said...

that's very sweet enny. i miss you. mark and i are coming to maine for three days in july and you're the first gorgeous dyke i'm looking for. i say we roll one and head to two lights. in memory of alex. and because i like how you look with the ocean as a backdrop.

love you babe.