Tuesday, January 16, 2007

cocteau just stuck that guy in EVERYTHING



eurydice

don't let her go
into the deep blue.

already she is losing
even the semblance
of flesh.

don't let her leave you.

who are you
without she?

what be thee
without her, thy mistress,
dark, soft-eyed goddess,

with hair black and full as a lightless lake?

from moment, even,
to moment,

the word's not the same.
don't leave me, you, you say.
don't leave me, love,

don't go (don't go)

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