17 July 2011

Regret

Where were you born from?
When and How were you conceived?
That I did not see
untill the moment you bent your beautiful face to kiss me.

I see you sipping coffee at my table.
I see you with your outstretched hand in the rain.
You cup your chin in your hands and watch me sleep
You read to me every night from your book of dreams.

You fold yourself into a yellow flower
and I put you in my hair.
You tiptoe behind me, and take me in your arms.
I turn to scold you, push you away
but you smile at me with two twinkling eyes.
I sigh! as though I am your lover
You smile! as though you are my child.


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