Sunday, June 9, 2013

you in Her...

and she said
looking up to the sky...
dark...
cloudy...
flashes happening distant but bright...
'lets get back...
it is getting dark dear
and i fear...
we might not be able to reach home...'

he looking all the time at the sky
Opening his eyes
And trying to hear
The cuckoo's song coming from far...
'we are home already...
Can't you hear
How He sent Her...
Only for us...
To be drenched pure
To be drenched bare...
Can't you hear
The cuckoo singing
Invoking love?
Can't you see
How in her blackest party dress she
Has arrived...a silvery pendent
Platinum...
Dazzling sharp...
Hanging and swinging...
Can't you get and feel
Her happiness?
So please...
Just sit quiet
For a while...
and let me see...admire
she in you...and you in Her...'

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