07-17-2011, 11:20 AM
i have kissed goodnight my dreams
shut the door with tender gaze
on their sleeping forms at rest
the sun is setting
god is dead
and i am here with you o love
in this mighty nothingness
where history has never trod
where flowers died out long ago
and where i hold you on this hill
your body is the only time
your penis sunlight on a stone
each breast a book with no writing
down which i trace my open hand
the sun is setting
god is dead
i killed him and replaced him with you
i have kissed goodnight my dreams
so i can dream with you
shut the door with tender gaze
on their sleeping forms at rest
the sun is setting
god is dead
and i am here with you o love
in this mighty nothingness
where history has never trod
where flowers died out long ago
and where i hold you on this hill
your body is the only time
your penis sunlight on a stone
each breast a book with no writing
down which i trace my open hand
the sun is setting
god is dead
i killed him and replaced him with you
i have kissed goodnight my dreams
so i can dream with you
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe