Tuesday, 28 April 2009

Sparkles

Rain Kisses
I have not forgotten
Some flowers
a scarf or two or three
an apple
painfully sweet
and pure
all growing in
a field of bluebells
I shall run naked
through the streets
kissing your lips
softly
do you dare
I do
as I trust no one
else
who are you
really matters
and matters not
I am hidden
behind the moon
as in a dream
because it is
play for me
your music
a little and I will
close my curtains
just for you and
undress in darkness
the most precious
thoughts slipping
through my fingers
before I sing
through a water flow
of music and rose
petals

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