Half Full
there's comfort in knowing that you
care
a subtle euphoria pervades the long,
winding, isolated corridors
fills the vacant, ornate spaces
inhabits the barren, solitary
bed-chambers
silent bells ring themselves silly
angels outside my windowsill
pen our names upon the clouds
and when you clasp me to your
flushed, fervent bosom
even if only in a dream
I think I shall be
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