Thursday, October 25, 2007

nuninuninuninu

my love you are (in these moments) brightness in the waning of the sun,

the streak of rebellious light the deepening dark of night cannot (try as it might) hide.

you are (embracing me) a frighteningly perfect sanctuary.

however and this however is the mother of all of them:

i am aware of how little i can say i know of you, and can therefore not seek solace in.

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