Wednesday, April 14, 2010

I Am A Cobbled Inamorata

Hidden in the invisible cities of you
my heart was immortal

I felt you long before you were ever there
like your old soul's hand was always on my shoulder
& my heart was too young to know a thing
about fractured innocence

Ancient scripture spoke of your eyes
& the gods were always smiling
in the rapture of my love

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