Out of touch (Rubaiyat)

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Out of touch

I said: touch wood, and all was fine,
no fine on shivers down my spine,
my sleep beside your arms was sound,
no dreams aloud that you were mine...

My heart builds shrines on shaky ground
I found once more; when webs I wound,
of nerves too thin put to the touch,
around your head, so it be crowned,

my mind became a rabbit hutch,
and every synapse that I clutch
is turned touch paper blue and set
alight, and burns, too slow, too much,

yet not enough! Let us forget,
before we happen to regret,
forget our fingers ever met.
Forget our fingers ever met.

(Das Schema fand ich zuerst in "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" von Robert Frost)
 



 
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