5 July 2009 at 12:28pm
These will come
as my heart tips its capillaries
two-ward, One of Me Being Satisfied
with every moment that has been
with me being one Of
ours, hours, soft, barely passions
Of peace, but soft aware dressing
the shapely Now
of New years peacing ulu m
passions softly mine.
These will come, waiting
peaceful.