she was holding the moon in my hand
and the stars were colliding in another room.
blissed in eternal darkness, she tried
to cover up my senses.
but i could still hear the chaos above,
around the sprial, i felt a vibration
one more star bites the dust;
quite literally.

and one more star.
and one shot away from the sun, head-on
waiting for the dawn-
to assasinate her in a subtle fashion.

and even as the moon fragments, i am
clenching fast to it,
like chards of glass crumbling delicate
tiny, but if i retract
there will be nothing left.

06/14/2003

Posted on 06/15/2003
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