there is no sound
but the failure of the night
to bring a smile
to a quiet face

there is no touch
but unsure hands
parting thick curtains
like morning warm thighs

there is no rain
but God there should be
it makes falling appear beautiful
it makes the stars shy

Posted by Mr. Quinn on August 20, 2004
Tags: Poetry

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