Another night.
Today I am told,
dear friend, by another,
you seem happy and well.
Nothing could hurt me more.
How dare you be happy, you,
shaped so precisely for me,
my cup and my mirror
how dare you disdain to betray,
by some disarray of your hair,
my being torn from you?
I travel from point to point in your presence.
Each unattended gesture hopes to catch your eye.
2004-10-17 05:11 pm (UTC)
2004-10-18 06:03 am (UTC)