you will forever be my mystical elvis
wondering which gas station bathroom
i will visit next.
searching the mirror and my eyes
for a piece of you...

this winter is frigid,
and mailboxes are barren.

how was it that a few of your words,
not even a complete sentence...
could drown me in so much soul emotion...
that i needed more words just to breathe again?

and poetic palaces are vacant without their king.
and this queen is turning to ice again
without the warmth of Our fire...

when your soul was birthed once again,
the cavelight candles extinguished their passion.

and noone has been here with sparks
eversince.

i thought i would travel outwards,
through the blizzards...

i could teach someone else how to light a fire...

but it takes two to kindle the coals...

12/17/2002

Posted on 12/17/2002
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