Sunday, August 08, 2004

And loan me your deniables

In the silence that you speak
I ear incessant approbation
Your coldness warms me
Your indifference over bearing
Your safe heart forgot its own combination
Parading your iron and steel sensibilities
So sweet to see your fright
So wonderful to feel your incessant inaugurations of impossibility
Your gorgeous auburn curly hair always in bondage
You must be a chef?
A nurse?
But your fashionable attire betray your office space
And the dark sunglasses spare your stare from shy Sun
So pulverized your mindful guidance
And loan me your deniables
And loan me your deniables