Friday, July 07, 2006

And again of rain...

“I just want to hold you” --in the rain
, he spoke,
answering the hunger in her breast
for a tangible comfort.
She might have wept,
Was her ache a wound--
or emptiness, expectant to be filled?
a wound, and emptiness, for comfort
soothes and scathes.
She might have wept.

Tell her it will be for life.
Tell her life will be long.
Tell her she won’t die
, and you won’t die,
tomorrow.
Tell her she’ll see you again,
feel you again, someday
Tell her it is not
shameful
to be touched by love.
Tell her she will be made right.

She might
--she might--

“I just want to hold you...”
--she might have wept--
“...for a while.”
Tell her it will be for life.

6 comments:

O. said...

BLAH... that's for you.

Bright_eyes said...

BLECH!!!!!!!!!!!

Bright_eyes said...

hahahahahahahaha.

YOU SUCK!!!!!!!

Bright_eyes said...

I HATE YOU HOLLY!!!!
AND YOUR MOM TOO!

O. said...

J/K

Bright_eyes said...

Um, you know that that wasn't really me, right? It was someone else under my name.