Friday, February 15, 2008

Valentine (Press)

In love with you the murmured rain I fall.
The diamond droplets crash into your eyes;
I wake but drift away at Saturn's call -
The shrapnel of my soul wears your disguise.
In love with you the steely stars I stay.
They sweetly glint beneath night's velvet lash
as maidens, slumbrous, lovely in the day,
emerge to stud Diane's argentine sash.
In love with you a mermaid's hymn I die.
And Newland's thought for Ellen always knew
the gently whispered waves, the gleaming tide
bring with them lethal subtlety - it's you -
A neck adorned with broken shells is white;
Gold hair wreath├Ęd with weed turns silver night.

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