Friday, February 01, 2008
escape;
it's fire engine red
and tangledup like vines upon the wall
and i know
(quit chiding me) that
this is not the answer to
my unspoken question .
but leave me a
while to the
quiet night,
faded promises
and scent of memories.
i hold it at an arm-length's
afraid of the closeness that smoulders
once bitten, twice shy
and now i see,
to let it be and go free.
un moment à se rappeler
. a moment to remember.
