the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Ms. Bossa Nova

Hello there, dearest.
I know that you see clearest between
The two of us,
But is it true of us that truth enough is
Personalized eyes
Vocalized through a speed dial smile?
Direct connection to you from me,
To the one held equal among social authorities
That rain down from here to hell
And opened umbrellas that shared no faces,
That tie tight nooses with their laces.
You burned their gallows
When I earned your good graces,
Here's an indirect thank you
As I ad lib through dry spaces.

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