Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Ode Composed At Midnight

Ah.... Hilary. Tallness, scaryness.... and poetry?

The air covers me like a blanket
It feels as chocolate against my skin
As I go speeding, speeding

I long for the boom of thunder
The storm, it wraps itself around me
Come, pouring rain
And cleanse this sultry earth

O crashing night!
O quiet dawn!
Come leave me now
For this fresh morn.

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