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By Ali Date: 2004 Dec 11 Comment on this Work [[2004.12.11.07.52.32552]] |
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I slipped, then-- I almost said too much, Backwards reeling From a shadow touch: A heart that was ever only Just a dream. I almost misspoke, Told your dream to another Ghost, A hero crusading as my friend-- He just wants to protect me, And it's funny how the roles Reverse themselves In due and undue time, hesitating Only in the instant of expression, Eyes that say goodbye When lips that once were kissed Can offer no reason. It is an unmourned death, void And bereft, missing The White lilies and the Music-- Only I am here now, slipping Through the cracks of subtlety, A kind of untested Wonderland Of fallen experience. Strange, how lovers can become secrets, Intimate amid the undercover Disguise--hiding like a lark, In view of every eye. I almost Said too much, but bit down Upon my soul, smiled, And did not say "I love him." |