I walk among
the tender hearts cast down
during the acidic rains of passion
all declaring love
through the mouths of lust

I am afraid
that you are a flicker
a temporary flame
in a passing glance
of infatuation
and what you said to me
makes it all seem so fleeting
swallowed up by time
before I've had my say

06/11/2003

Posted on 06/12/2003
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