(~colddanfeettan dA) Their tulle dresses Yes the awakening in orange curtains Greyness of the new day Invites itself over the metal windowsills 'God's lioness How one we grow- Pivot of heels and knees!'* You endorse every night My fragile reality There is so much of you That I don't know where you come from I am sick of desiring. The galope of thousand horses Has ran over me And my dreamy chevaliers Who have never wanted me Their tulle dresses Still haunt me in my sleep. And their smiles. You are so close I think I possess you. The night is just an hour away from the day I can't distinguish. Do everything To approach love. And now I despise Dead poets. (I would do it quietly and that nobody knows. Death is too noisy.) *Plath, 'Ariel' |