Monday, May 9, 2011

untitled poem.



As the bassist started singing, something fired in my mind. I was suddenly fumbling for my phone, typing furiously and saving what I wrote as a draft message so it didn't slip away from me under cover of darkness. 
I found it tonight, the poem I forgot I wrote in between lyrics and red wine.
It's nothing much, but it's something.



Love comes shouting across the rooftops, sometimes.
Sometimes it comes crawling on it's hands and knees,
pitching its tent before you notice
and refusing to leave.
It is the secret between your eyes and mine, the words we won't say
and all I dream between us.

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