I stumbled tonight,
weak at the knees;
an overflowing afterthought
of what I'd missed
without the tool of my
destruction (and reconstruction)
clutched within my grasp -

blood trembling from
beneath my fingers,
eyes aglow with anticipation. . .
and it isn't simply twisted
gratitude for the weather!
(and your breeze tumbling
my way)

I stumbled because
I'd forgotten what it felt
like to inhale you in one
instant, momentarily pause
to feel the contradiction of
your plaguing whispers, then
exhale you like tears of
frustration

amidst my happiest hour.

08/02/2003

Author's Note: A welcome to pathetic.org and a return to writing.

Posted on 08/09/2003
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