| Anita (07/96) "Shhhh"....Do you hear that? "Ssshhhhhhhh"... Running through the house, nightgowns cling, flutter in a stirring breeze, the curtains yawn. "shhh".... The rythmc hum of a cat's purr, Fiancee' snoring, the house sighs. "sshhhh" Pans clatter in the kitchen, a glass smashing on the cold resistant lino, the man in the bed rolls over. "Shit!" Barefeet tiptoe around broken pieces, of an engagement present. "Shhhh, we'll clean it up in the morning." |
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| Knight (11/96) I plunge into the watery sky, Stars glitter and glisten like beads on velvet. Trace a pale moon's landscape and feel it's powdery texture. White sand, lapped by an infinite, black ocean. You are there, dressed in silver. We creep inside a single grain of sand, smile and say hello, moonshine dreaming, we bathe in it's glow. You take my hand in your's, and I can hold onto my innocence. My knight in shining armour. |