as the tinseled pain rolls from my eyes
i can only pray for your hand
to hold my face
cup and trace
to tell me all my yesterdays
are far away...
tonight is magick wrapped in gold
papered up in memory wild
and all i see are frail escapes
meagre bursts of quipped denies
as i wither quiver cry
i hope to see your face of pale
oven warm
and catching me in arms of sight
the breeze of willows holding tight
i look for this and only this
the night to play it's tricks in crimson
dancing over licking lips
my thoughts to you they flow in wishes....
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