Diana (scarletcreation) wrote in writingprojects, @ 2004-06-23 13:54:00

Current mood:	contemplative
Current music:	Just Another--Pete Yorn

Fawning Over A Recording of You Reading Lord Byron
I learn your voice.
It becomes water chiseling
a new canyons into my mind.


The tempting language
wrecks my happiness.

Our love surrounds me,
dark from a chance not taken,
its memories are a moss that won't let go.

Your tone moves me:
deliberate like a river
rushing love to the sea.

I lean toward every nuance,
lulled by every ebb on the bank,
I am a swimmer closing her eyes to drown.

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