the stars on my ceiling sky
don't glow as bright as once before
and notice this did the angel
resting his chin on my wall
the lights in my little world
do not come up as often
i've noticed, ever since
you unclothed me
i shall say, instead,
since you uncovered my red
the flowers agree as they
dangle on their vines
they slip loose pink
tile tears that dance
on my carpet
and i feel like a god
as my kingdom mourns for me
No comments:
Post a Comment