Friday, March 13, 2009
She falls on me,
Like sun falls on driveway.
Can one have too much exposure?
I worry about moon burn.
and these restless nights, as she carves notes into my sleeping place.
I love your tender light, I do.
But what about rest?
M O O N ! ! !
Can we make a deal with hours?
Pause~~~grumble""___silence* = ignore.
I don't think she's listening.