Poem Spam.

When I am gone, recall my hair
by Edith Wharton

When I am gone, recall my hair,
Not for the light it used to hold,
But that your tough, enmeshed there,
As turned it to a younger gold.

Recall my hands, that were not soft
Or white or fine beyond expressing,
Till they had slept so long and oft,
So warm and close, in your possessing.

Recall my eyes, that used to lie
Blind pools with summer's wreckage strewn.
You cleared the drift, but in their sky
You hung no image but your own.

Recall my mouth, that knew not how
A kiss is cradled and takes wing,
Yet fluttered like a nest-hung bough
When you had touched it like the Spring.

Meme-age of the bored.

So I started out trying to do that 500 question meme that karotsamused did but I got... bored. Those were all questions that I've seen and answered a million times before. But I still want to play, so I've come up with another plan. *points down* This one!

Right, right, I've done it before, but it's still kinda cool. Ask me questions and I'll ask you questions in return! ^^

Rules:
1. Leave a comment saying you want to be interviewed.
2. I'll reply and give you five questions to answer.
3. You'll update your LJ with the five questions answered.
4. You'll include this explanation.
5. You ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed. And it just keeps going, and going, and going.