Heart Opens Its Eye
It's midnight again.
Thoughts of you follow me like the moon,
Light at my core,
A dream to undress by.
Clothes fall to the floor
like discarded leaves of artichokes.
My heart awake in beloved darkness, trembles.
Copyright © Tamra Amato | Year Posted 2009
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