early morning
10 January 2007 01:38If ever I am silent
it is because my tongue
--who loves my heart, and yet denies
--my mind's uncouth advances
has stilled itself in fear
it pauses, for it knows that if
it speaks again to you
--now that I am again undone
--and scattered 'round my yard
its love will naked lie
shivering and bare
my love will naked lie.
it is because my tongue
--who loves my heart, and yet denies
--my mind's uncouth advances
has stilled itself in fear
it pauses, for it knows that if
it speaks again to you
--now that I am again undone
--and scattered 'round my yard
its love will naked lie
shivering and bare
my love will naked lie.