Fresh Cleaned Floor

Lie here with me
On the fresh cleaned floor
Listen to the humming house
Quiet in the folding dark
Stare out the open window
On chill winter's sky
Hold my calloused hand
Or let me touch your softest hair
Let the starlight bathe us
As pine hangs in the air


  1. Honey

    Honey on 12/18/2005 8:58 a.m. #

    She should wish to lay with company<br />
    Cushioned against a polished floor<br />
    The evening’s choral worship <br />
    Washing through the open door<br />
    On the swell of humid air<br />
    That dispenses stifling heat <br />
    As lightning shatters blackened sky<br />
    Permitting lovers’ eyes to meet...<br />
    But night trails empty into day<br />
    Her lover lays a world away.<br />

  2. Mike Fletcher

    Mike Fletcher on 12/18/2005 2:47 p.m. #

    Beautiful.<br />
    Sorry the other one made you :( .

  3. Honey

    Honey on 12/19/2005 8:29 a.m. #

    ta :). and plz don’t feel to apologise…was just sympathising with your apparent melancholy…um…melancholiness…shmeh, what a word!

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