I hate to pour
so much upon you
if your reasons
weren't so great a need to me,
in giving this feeling [so afraid]
a name-
to let thrive and consume-
respond
in your presence
this confused longing
to stay,-
ask my character
nothing real
by reaching for you,
and underestimate
the hollowness
driven and articulated
in this desire-
this proven ache
rolling in my chest,
pulling from danger
nearing
contracting
the heat
required
to obey.

04/08/2002

Posted on 04/08/2002
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