Monday, March 8, 2010

"From the streetlight outside your window" or 'A Moth's Song'

I.
How much could I get for my eyes
on the black market? They have never
failed me in the dark.
Or my legs- they have carried me far
and away and yet never at all.

II.
How much would I pay for your
shoulders, headrest for my sad
thoughts.
How many pieces of silver
could I exchange for a golden
morning in your sheets
Light coming through fibers to reflect on
skin to wake us but no

III.
We don't wake and you-

You are priceless.

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