Sin
He has named me the queen
Yesterday in the attic
Some walls were wrecked
And some rules were broken
And as moments leaked through a hole in the roof
The sun flickered like red gold
And a piece of evening stared
Through a chink at the door
As our bodies blazed like flames in the attic
He held me like a wispy dream
So my shadow melted like butter in his
And there were summers and winters and autumns and springs
And rain and storm and a sun in my heart
When we sinned.
He said he has named me the queen.
Yesterday in the attic
Some walls were wrecked
And some rules were broken
And as moments leaked through a hole in the roof
The sun flickered like red gold
And a piece of evening stared
Through a chink at the door
As our bodies blazed like flames in the attic
He held me like a wispy dream
So my shadow melted like butter in his
And there were summers and winters and autumns and springs
And rain and storm and a sun in my heart
When we sinned.
He said he has named me the queen.
posted by Puff at
October 17, 2008
2 Comments:
Hmm.
falling leaves, worn-out trousers, creased thoughts and...and a little crack somewhere in the middle of it all, from where the angels of old are winking at these words...all smiles...
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