Saturday, November 26, 2005

Gold Fingers

For three days and three nights
I did not sleep
And I saw with such clarity
It dazzled me
And you brought me
Chicken soup to soothe my fever
And you lay your head
Upon my chest

Your gold hair spreads out
Like a fan
You lay your cool hand
Upon my brow
And you cover me
With a cloud
Of fine linen
And, finally, we sleep


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