(all quotes by the amazing Sylvia Plath)
Sylvia and Ted make love on my bookshelf.
Knowingly, you say –
„Pray, put those dreams away.“
Unwillingly, I stay.
This is a dream my poem dreamed
But really, you and little me –
We were not as perfect as we seemed.
„Put those dreams away,“ you said,
A year ago.
I put them in a box, and still they grow.
The dreams, they multiply.
Outside our love, of me, of time.
I place a book beside a book,
And find a rhyme.