Monday, January 19, 2009

From Behind

Sometimes the sound
the siren-in-my-brain makes
is too much for my ears.

It always trills
when I get too close,
and let someone beautiful
touch me.

"Good morning,
My Love.
What did you wish for?"

The words echo in my head.

Somehow the siren-in-my-brain
evades my recollection,
leaving memories more spectacular
from behind.

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