All that I had to say

You've asked me, what is it that I hope?
I want to tell you that only the
bleeding cloud would know.
You've asked me, what is it that I hide?
Only that I have buried my silence
beneath the spring of my wayward
heart.
But perhaps not.
Maybe it is in that buried silence
I lie and what you see is really a shadow.
May be it is in calming defeat I have known:
that your skin tastes like an almond;
that your moist kiss spreads like wildfire.
Maybe it is in solitude,
I have found my tranquil voice.
But when I speak to you;
what you hear is not my voice,
perhaps it is only the cold
wind howling through the
smoky realms of my mind.

1/12/2006 5:35 AM - Fisrt Posted