Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Cold Tea

My World in You I see
as You lie there clutching
my heart carelessly,
sipping tea...
You my Love, mean the
World to me !

Then,
a door bangs - startled,
You choke - midsip, and
cough, spewing tea.
And as I rise to calm your
racked chest, I see
a coin out-of-pocket
tumble and in it your
fraility !
Suddenly you are a boy to me..
and My tea grows cold
03th June '02 (6.05am)

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