The tragedy of it is that nobody sees the look of desperation on a face.
Suddenly she sat up, and put her arms around me, and kissed me; and all the blood rushed from my head, a long sweep, like I was falling off a cliff.
I have eaten
that were in
you were probably
they were delicious
and so cold
You lethargic, waiting upon me,
waiting for the fire and I
attendant upon you, shaken by your beauty
Shaken by your beauty
I’m still here alone in the night hours with everyone.
And everything that once was
and unsayable is now
and right here in the room.