the only love poem i have ever written
Current mood:  cold

In the grey death
of the day
let me fall
into warmth
and tolerance.
And maybe,
if it pleases you,
something further
than that

Is it too personal
of a feeling
for me to ask it out?
And feel your shifting weight
follow timidly
the corpse-like grasp
of my hand?

To bear teeth to,
and watch fade to black?

Or to be known only,
in the depths of night?

~Saint