Saturday, 2 April 2011

The other room

Calling
from the other room.

Somewhere
I connect the two.
And
it all falls apart.

1 comment:

  1. I've had to absorb this one over time. Not because it's complicated, but because it isn't.

    You are high and elegant, dear Monster. Your thoughts betray your soul. Who knew such a priceless substance, worth more than diamonds, could reside invisibly in a human being?

    Therefore, I must defer courteously to your humanity, asking your pardon before I relish the treasure inside, falling hopelessly in awe, even in love (in a non-romantic, but very passionate nature). Many bows, dear Queen, dear Monster.

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