Before, when my mind
Skipped over what wasn’t words-
I could balance it all here
And sleep would welcome the folded

Then sweetly, and without sound
You entered a dream
Taking me by the corners
And I you by the corners

Now, unfolded
Together - thin on an altar
Made of wood and darkness
Deep all around - we pull our corners

Your tears seal us in
I into you, and you into me
My mind skips over the lines
I can balance it again
And sleep welcomes the folded

Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 01/14/2009 01:14AM by Aaron.

I totally love this.

I like


but, alter or altar?

Peter

Thanks Frost and Peter