Wednesday, February 14, 2007

un orchestre trempé

i'll write you a waltz,
but we won't dance;
no ballroom will hold
us. we'll listen from
your bed, and the rain
will be my song.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

No-one has ever written me a waltz-I am not sure I even know how to waltz.

They say waltzing takes two - and I am always and ever... one.

So... I waltz alone - I pretend I know how...
and there is something
about swirling and dipping and circling, alone, in the dark
no toes to step on, no stilted conversation to make...
just me, and the waltz.
Swirling and dipping and circling.
Just me.

Just me.