a vein stands,
runs over you
carelessly-
awaiting your heart
to move,
a skill
from breath,
should you care
to bare
the moves-
as Ive seen them-
frequent
as eyes
to the attention
at hand,
flooded with passion-
holding on,
for one real reason
to live,
should
we be held
accountable,
in availability
of this will-
in all ways
that call to you-
and chase across
the city,-
alive.

07/22/2002

Posted on 07/22/2002
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