i am my conquerer
Life imitating Art
imitating Life

lost my way mid-sentence again
and on the edge of seasonal outburst
i only want to be wrapped in you
as we suffocate on summer

waiting in darkness
for another sign of life
tie my fickle heart strings
to your lines of communication

anxious, i listen for a palpitation
matching my bloodrush,
a crack of vocal chords
in harmony with my attentive silence

and if i never told you
would you know that yesterday,
i hung myself from your every word
and choked on every glance?

today, your image is faded (in sepia)
but, spirit living in my wartorn words,
you are my inspiration

08/11/2003

Posted on 08/11/2003
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