Posted by Line Larsen on October 12, 2008
I mirror myself in his eyes
He whips them and I crawl
His countenance, I await
He smiles and I stand tall
Please approve;
I carry his sorrow
I am his sorrow
His hand embraces mine,
covering me with sin
Love, he says, for us
and pushes deep within
This is me;
Carrying his sorrow
Being his sorrow
I bear our shame in silence
Stupefied by pride
But here, for your indulgence
I am your cherub guide
Take from me;
Carry his sorrow
Be his sorrow
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Posted by Line Larsen on October 10, 2008
How bleak it is to say goodbye
with dejection and regret
How achy, hurtful, smarting, sore
a heart can haply get
Please, my knight, remember this;
I love you ceaselessly
And in that valediction-kiss
laid piety and caress
How wonderful is it not
to know we’ll meet anew
And then I’ll make a second sun
shining just for you
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Posted by Line Larsen on October 9, 2008
Words being jumbled,
stumbling along,
crumbled in my brain.
Words fumbled for,
tumbling along,
words I mumble.
Words to grumble about,
bumblingly said.
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