my ancient lover
twice my age and aging
faster
funny i should still think about him
from time to time
he haunts my dreams
and wakes my days
i think he could have almost loved me
had i not ran away
and then there's that other face
that broken boy-angel
tripping over his own insecurities
my little He-Man
always trying to grow taller
hard and immature for the audience
but behind closed doors
i broke him and he melted in my hands
my little runt..my starving frightened stray
i think he could have almost loved me
had i not ran away.
and then there's all of the others
their hands tongues a rainbow of reminders,
their names so many words promises
spilt in the heat of passion-forgotten
but i can still see every face just the
same. and the way they made
me feel-the need, the hunger
i still burn with to this day
and i think maybe one of them,
atleast one of them
could have almost loved me
had i not ran away.
and now there's you.
and we have never known
touching of body/souls
have never traveled across eachother's
deserts, wetlands, plains and valleys
i have never seen your eyes close to me
glazed over staring into mine
you have never whispered my name
or groaned into my ear
and i wonder now if this were to ever happen
by some strange turn of events
if you and i were to ever know
eachother like that someday
do you think you could almost love me
if i didn't run away?

12/10/2002

Author's Note: -Nov. 25, 2001

Posted on 12/10/2002
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