20 May 2012
Stillness in dark, cocooned in my bed,
Ladies and lovers linger in night,
Revealing their curvature, stuck in my head,
The feeble retreat claiming respite.
Sometimes it seems so much easier really,
To make myself cold, shed not a tear,
Somehow from somewhere, I look up the north side,
Somehow from somewhere an angel appears.
May Blossom • Opuss № I