I dream
We are close--closer than the indrawn breathShe weeps like the willow
Wan blossoms falling
Falling
Spilling clustersA fall from innocence
For der Erde to split open
and swallow her up
Bride of melancholyShe tempts me with her forbidden fruit
Leathery tear drops
I pluck one from her limbs
Press it to my mouth and
Let slip between my lips the
String of black pearls
Dusky, dark rosaryIncanting
Sweet Morpheus!
Swallow
And everything around me comes so
Soft, here's the rain
8/31/2001
Ingrid
Karklins