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19 April 2010 @ 02:52 pm
Memory of a Treehouse  

The Ballad of Jack And Rose - A Memory in the Tree House

The Ultimate Draft


In the creaking room, where you smiled

at me and your body felt so hot,

I wait patiently, alone, like a child;


wait calmly, unwavering, standing in the doorframe,

resolutely watching there,

as a bulb of bones and heart

settling roots between the floorboards

of your foundation.


Even so, I lust after your soul.

You are so sweetly romantic.

We dance on our rooftops

and ask to forget

your heart that sputters and dies


or to dry my fragile wings

or the bird we’ll free tomorrow

which will sing, sing, sing.