Post by tabbycat on Jun 14, 2007 19:04:00 GMT -5
note: I've rebelled against the common decency that is rhyme scheme 
I gave my heart to you,
not at your convenience,
but at my own.
without you
nobody knows how I speak
or who I am
where do you end and I begin?
please, do not mention the time,
before the stunner's tears,
that you shared my bed because
I do not know how I love you
and I do not know from where.
"I love you too," she said, with that ironic smile
(where does she get that smile?)
before I had the chance.
From where does this emotion leave?
such heat
in such
small movements of the clock
quickly staring up,
need to speak
else we all remain.
eyes watering
and hands parting
minds concentrating everywhere else
hold her close?
I cannot see how,
for the rest of my life
I would want to do anything else.
Speaking of such inconsequent things
as dripping inkpots
scratching quills
chess being played by the fire
I want to tell you, tell you everything.
pausing
as the soil after a rain
waiting for vegetation
we have that unshielded glance
the one that lasts for only a moment
so familiar
so inconsequent...so usual.
"I've missed you, minerva."
I gave my heart to you,
not at your convenience,
but at my own.
without you
nobody knows how I speak
or who I am
where do you end and I begin?
please, do not mention the time,
before the stunner's tears,
that you shared my bed because
I do not know how I love you
and I do not know from where.
"I love you too," she said, with that ironic smile
(where does she get that smile?)
before I had the chance.
From where does this emotion leave?
such heat
in such
small movements of the clock
quickly staring up,
need to speak
else we all remain.
eyes watering
and hands parting
minds concentrating everywhere else
hold her close?
I cannot see how,
for the rest of my life
I would want to do anything else.
Speaking of such inconsequent things
as dripping inkpots
scratching quills
chess being played by the fire
I want to tell you, tell you everything.
pausing
as the soil after a rain
waiting for vegetation
we have that unshielded glance
the one that lasts for only a moment
so familiar
so inconsequent...so usual.
"I've missed you, minerva."
