if you love me ...if you love mesay the wordsand touch my facewith a soft finger that trails down from my foreheadto my lips and pleasedo not say "Shh..
i am writing to youfrom the dark roomsof my helplessnesswhere i sleep between dreamsin the same beaten bedpushed up againstthe dull windowwhere i lie ..
lay down by my sidehere beneath the dust and the rust of lost lovesthat drift in through the window of memoryand swirl away like the sparksof a summer..