Monday, 13 August 2012

Waiting For Palinurus

I lure him not
with a timeless sonnet,
but with his song
still haunting my ear.

1 comment:

  1. Lady Rowena

    How fortunate for Ligeia
    I suffer from phthisis-
    too weak to move
    my cot over, closer,
    to breathe my dry gasps
    in her face, allow her
    to breathe on me.

    How unfortunate for me--
    I lay from her, too far
    across the room.

    Her breath is full of blood;
    I could take it back and live.

    p

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