Friday, June 29, 2007

Tell me How ....

Tell me how it happened
in those strident tones that
once shook my lips,

shaken once the tones
in those lips that told me
it happened,

how my strident touch
quivered through you,

as the echoes had flickered
through the candlelight once-
once your touch had echoed
through flickering quivers,
the candlelight, as through the
lips that once in shaken tones
stridently echoed my touch,
through you.

Gothic Rose - Blood Red white trim
Gothic Rose Black trim

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