Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Over Time

Over Time


Our bodies begin to obey our pleasures

in middle age. Our laps open to receive our loves.

Our eyes dissolve the hard news into soft grey fur.

Even in sleep we weave up dreams

from the colored rags of our days

to soften our steps.
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