Monday, April 27, 2009

in the black

you whispered to me
speaking of lions and gods
on their backs waiting for death.

stars go out silently
beauty rings out into the universe
echos beating against snaring drums.

we are alone in space.
flying separately
connected by our toes.

you whispered to me.
we have each other,
you said.

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