I wish for you to bed yourself upon my verses, <br />For, the passionate tyranny of each line set up it's net <br />And, in the distance between the parallels of each word, <br />You will then find me... <br /> <br />Seemingly slipping through your fingers. <br /> <br />And, so if it seems that my time itself cannot applaud, <br />Your savior hands that have sacrificed throughout lives, <br />To retrieve my sunken eyes, <br /> <br />Or your saddened lips like restless doves, <br />That take precautious flight down my barren limbs... <br /> <br />Remember that each night is new, <br />And I will come again to seek <br />The light that your bleeding boatman's hands, <br />Grasp so tightly in order to seek me. <br /> <br />Do not ever forget the verses I write for you... <br /> <br />For, my apologies cast their lines, <br />Far, <br />Far, <br />Far away, in my distance... <br /> <br />To catch my absence pummeled in wave spume, <br />When a luckless word I had said, <br />Sent your bleeding boatman's hands wayward: <br /> <br />To retrieve me from drowning my presence; in silence... <br /> <br />So bed yourself upon my verses, <br />So that in my time of distance <br />I can feel your lips like saddened doves; <br /> <br />And hear a line of passionate tyranny... <br />Cast out by your bleeding boatman's hands.<br /><br />Mimi Mata<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bed-yourself-upon-my-verses-dedicated-to-josh-by-mimi-c-mata/
