You Were Here The late afternoon sunlight falls silently breaking across my legs, arms, the shallow pool beneath my heart With broken feathers and stiff wings I get up to shake the sheets howling soft as your mouth come back, come back again. Stone of the lungs blood of the lip black smoke long cigarette Cat at the window scratching for the moon Come back, come back I promise to listen to all of your stories and hold them under my tongue. ~Tasha~ 2000 BACK |
