Drink

by FTS Miles   Nov 17, 2004


Your pale heart
Worries me, my love,
So drink from the
Sublimity of ancient stones
And the longevity of
Laughter casually
Deposited 'pon the winds.
And if blanched
You yet be,
Then cup your caress,
And quaff my soulblood
'Til your pale heart
Beats satiated again.

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  • 19 years ago

    by FTS Miles

    Friends!!! YAY!! Welcome back! :)

    And thank you both. BTW, that you, Grace? If so, I particularly like the new title.

  • 19 years ago

    by Gracie Jo

    This was so gorgeous! I loved it so much! Your poems are always so excellent and top notch.. just amazing! Keep it up and take care! =)

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