Remember when I found you my dear fawn? <br />Remember those cruel months fed from ages; <br />how we danced those months eyeless. <br />How we first felt when we were shy. <br />Reserved out on the eyebrow of the forest, <br />your laughter on the tattered gazebo floor, <br />karma, the drooling grapes of wonderlust, <br />of mystery in bed with purpose? <br /> <br />Remember when the band would play F major, K332, just for the two of us, <br />and when we couldnt get free from the brambles of boredom, <br />how we would watch the log trucks pass, smelling their oil and chewing their saw dust? <br />We dreamt of our escape under those intervals by the melodies of sweet beat woodsman and wolfdogs... <br /> <br /> <br />starved of your laughter <br />i would fall from clumsy barstool knees to faceless floors out of arcane tarpit desperation <br /> <br />Hugo make me a boy so we can escape as brothers.<br /><br />jerome moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remember-those-cruel-months/
