Monday, 26 March 2012


I love the way my lady smiles whilst she sleeps
Although i've never seen this sight

As a drunk's dreams are destroyed by his endeavor
but rests his soul soundly throughout these

For this smile although never actually seen
can be found in bodies enveloped with intent

and bound in this woolly sunken dream
that distort the coverings of her snowflake bed

Whilst  pillows turn our weary sleep
And cool our cheeks
for this nocturnal prey
my soul will keep

And while skin sheds
upon this bed

And left foot prints that marked the beach
As the sun rained rays upon our head

And i will never doubt that it isn't there
the smile that shines crescent beneath her auburn hair

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