Love
星期五 七月 24, 2009 9:28 pm
We talked it over last night.
Like a burning yam, too hot,
we feared to taste
the soft sweetness.
Sleeping alone
I awoke at midnight –
pondered what we dropped
in our conversation.
In another room,
you slept soundly.
You had no idea
what was hanging in the air.
Outside, rain tapped
the slanted eaves.
Like the pale predawn tide
I crept to your side.
You embraced me
to your warm shore.