we have not long to love. light does not stay. the tender things are those we fold away. coarse fabrics are the ones for common wear. in silence i have watched you comb your hair. intimate the silence, dim and warm. i could but did not, reach to touch your arm. i could, but do not, break that which is still. (almost the faintest whisper would be shrill.) so moments pass as though they wished to stay. we have not long to love. a night. a day… Tennessee Williams
Posted on: Tue, 02 Sep 2014 21:43:03 +0000
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