under her hat

come through the black curtains, and her love
shall cradle you; shall care for you,
and you might taste the world for a moment
as you take her hand; as you feel her fingers
run through your hair and your life.

her tears are well-hidden and bittersweet,
and you might taste her dreams for a moment
as you return her kiss; fall to her embrace
and you might be forgotten afterward, save for
your fleeting taste in her once-in-a-blue-moon tear.

and her love shall slay your fears, and her love
shall shelter you; shall never let you go,
even as she tends to all her lovers in the world.

maybe you can lose her if you follow a certain light;
still her love shall never set you free, not that
you wanted to be freed, from that killer smile.

and there will always be the black curtains
in every one life you breathe through, and her love
the merciful darkness to warm you, in the ends,
with that killer smile.

2005.apr.13
*inpired by Death of The Endless