10Claimer: My idea, my writing, my inspiration…simply, mine ^_^
July 15, 2003
12:56 am
Wine-StainHis mouth, it twists
A little cruel at night
But in his modest lounge
Becomes polished brilliant and
Comforting like fires
Eyes in lamplight, they
Glow like the dull gray metal
Of a necklace I used to own
Grace and elegance
In a tough and hard little way
Lasts through storms and
Still shines like new
We sit on sofa-chairs and drink
Coffee warm—loving at our fingertips
Watching rain slide down in sheets
And singing songs because we can
He turns his phone-line off for now
So I sit glowing there for hours
And when we talk
About seas and things that
Others never hear
It spills like deep and finer wines
On white and china carpet
Never leaves and makes me laugh
When no-one's there to listen
A/N: eek! More weird and random stuff from me. Sorry to bother you all with it. Please tell me what you think ^_^