Thursday, July 23, 2009

Dreaming in the Language of Lake Placid

Stillness comes to town
in a caravan of light plastic
and nerves. It is painful to think
of going but not going to be
home again for some time.
In the event of an aftermath
a linking of arms or sleeping
of a certain wet sleep
under red sheets. Think of
this and whisper the language
I tried to make you speak
from the heights of your love.
This a place of purpose not doubt
filing in one-by-one
a circus of thoughts
and still so much to be done
I yawn the night away
next to thoughts of you.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

you, and your nerves, and light plastic are about to accomplish great things in lake placid. i, with my language between the heights and the hill, will be thinking of you constantly. jeg elsker dig!

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