upload : 2006_04_12
2006_04_12
what better place to touch you
so deeply, than in the dark place
at the heart of your fear
like the shadow of my life
that becomes the disease that stalks it
I am impossible and make possible
the extension from which you live
and remember and become poignant
and soft.
You can feel my fear beating
and the pain that becomes the song
to which nightingales whisper
and we make love to,
that melody of hardship and loss
of burning, scathing, bitter loss.
and we remind ourselves that
everything would be so nice
if the bad stuff came first
and left the good stuff to linger
like the aftertaste of butterscotch
in our mouths, watering
like the love that is in between us
and the hate that hovers above.
don't leave, please don't leave
capture the freedom of loving you
in a moment of screaming and haste
of trembling disappointment
of telling me how inconsistent
and unpredictable my desire is and
how late I've always been
to understand the soft balance of respect
for what we have and I repeat
under my breath that I've never had
and neither have you.
the darkest part of our loveliest souls.
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