By chris Date: 2006 Nov 03 Comment on this Work [[2006.11.03.12.11.31724]] |
"To Carthage I came, where there sang all around me in my ears a cauldron of unholy loves." -Saint Augustine's Confessions Mira I command the sun to rise the sun to set in your two eyes Mira I love your disguise never never take it off Mira you speak about spring about dry wind about sun that warms you in spite of itself Mira I was warned but where do you go when there are no fantasies left? Mira but the leaves are dead, the desert trees bereft, and the red sun arcs lower every day Mira there is no way Mira I hold your head as you finish me off on your daughter's unmade bed because it's the warmest place in the house but Mira no we live you say ignoring the sun and the trees naked like us and now we have a secret Mira big as the world and I can feel every strand every cell of your hair in my hands Mira there is no hell no regret no sin Mira the sun sets and I can see the chinese elm though the window glowing as though burning from within |