Sunday, 10 July 2011

Captain of none

She wore my cloak and set for sleeping,
Turning toward dream’s awakening
She slipped upon death’s slabs,
And all heaven lowered,
Wrapped around her little finger,
Weighed her down; the drowning sleeper,
Air became a sea to keep her safe,
And I waited, watched her weighted heart
Pump anchors desperately,

Gone, her breath, and yet it lingers,
Sings a silence when I speak,
And my cloak, when now I wear it,
I am captain of her body

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