domingo, novembro 18, 2007

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last night i dreamed that i was dreaming of you
and from a window across the lawn
i watched you undress
wearing your sunset of purple tightly
woven around your hair
that rose in strangled ebony curls
moving in a yellow bedroom light
.
the air is wet with sound
the faraway yelping of a wounded dog
and the ground is drinking a slow faucet leak
your house is so soft and fading
as it soaks the black summer heat
a light goes on and the door opens
and a yellow cat runs out on the stream
of hall light and into the yard