Wednesday, October 12, 2011

On reserve

My soul was like a lost book before
You.
Sitting forlornly on the waiting to be shelved shelf,
Tucked behind other books,
Misplaced in a cranny,
Till you put it on the right shelf- in your
Heart. In your
Soul.

On Permanent Reserve.

1 comment:

  1. Your words are so beautiful. Clearly the goddess has inspired you.

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