I will write in words of fire. I will write them on your skin. I will write about desire. Write beginnings, write of sin.
You're the book I love the best, your skin only holds my truth, you will be a palimpsest lines of age rewriting youth.
You will not burn upon the pyre. Or be buried on the shelf. You're my letter to desire: And you'll never read yourself. I will trace each word and comma
As the final dusk descends, You're my tale of dreams and drama, Let us find out how it ends.
-Neil Gaiman
(How badly, terribly do I want this print of this poem.)
You're the book I love the best, your skin only holds my truth, you will be a palimpsest lines of age rewriting youth.
You will not burn upon the pyre. Or be buried on the shelf. You're my letter to desire: And you'll never read yourself. I will trace each word and comma
As the final dusk descends, You're my tale of dreams and drama, Let us find out how it ends.
-Neil Gaiman
(How badly, terribly do I want this print of this poem.)
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Date: 2012-05-28 12:00 am (UTC)If you haven't seen this yet, run to your laptop and watch it. 20 minutes of utter joy. ;-)
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Date: 2012-05-28 12:47 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-05-28 02:28 am (UTC)I must say, not being much of a fan of Gaiman's or of poetry, I kind of love this.
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Date: 2012-05-28 11:22 am (UTC)