By j. knipp Date: 2005 Feb 20 Comment on this Work [[2005.02.20.13.22.24003]] |
It is on a night such as this Where the wind wails woe That your complete warmth I miss And your smooth skin I yearn to know. It is on blustery nights like this Where the moon lounges well fed That I crave your whole kiss, But occupy a starving bed. What will become of you and I? Where do they go? These dreams that die? Will these choking clouds ever abate? Or has this occlusion sealed our fate? The wind outside is fierce. (But weak next to my sorrow) It sends splinters of chill to pierce And rain so cold it sinks to the morrow. |