09-25-2016, 12:25 AM
One Thousand Kisses Gone
Our wrinkled sheets encase my feet
your pillow is on the floor
but you have gone, where have you gone?
and you will come no more
I cannot move my naked limbs
they obey only you
and you have gone, where have you gone?
you took my bones with you
I shall become a monument
I’ll harden into stone
so when you come, why won’t you come?
you will see what you have done
Our wrinkled sheets encase my feet
my heart left out the door
but you have gone, why have you gone?
now I shall come no more
Our wrinkled sheets encase my feet
your pillow is on the floor
but you have gone, where have you gone?
and you will come no more
I cannot move my naked limbs
they obey only you
and you have gone, where have you gone?
you took my bones with you
I shall become a monument
I’ll harden into stone
so when you come, why won’t you come?
you will see what you have done
Our wrinkled sheets encase my feet
my heart left out the door
but you have gone, why have you gone?
now I shall come no more
The Soufflé isn’t the soufflé; the soufflé is the recipe. --Clara
