Sunday, 18 May 2014

Hardly a Cloud



The nearest star is filling the sky today
Burning, blazing, sizzling, smiling.
The wildlife is frisky with the heat of it
But you're barely thinking of me at all
You only send a fading, spotted telegraph
So long - you'll be OK - stop
and with that you sail away contentedly
Unless...
Unless your thoughts today are all sunlight
It's nice to think you happy after all.
I strip off my shirt and bathe in you
soak you all up through my pores
I'll have you strengthen my lonely bones.



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