It makes sense <br />To cleave your god from mine <br />When you would only suckle <br />your side of motherland <br />I shall relocate my hungers too <br />Let's break for love is merely <br />A mathematically measurable reality <br />I'll allow my endearments to piggyback <br />And you may gather your breath <br />[ if you can chisel it off me] <br /> <br />Tonight is perhaps the night <br />That we sit on tangents <br />Wait for our own sunrises<br /><br />Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cleaved-sun/
