Glistening skin caught
in another torrential downpour,
pressed in earnest
and blood-rushing haste
against my thirsty sides,
reminds me that
I lived on this thrill -
once, long ago,
when nothing beyond
the next second
mattered and tomorrow
was just a metaphor
for bruises and temporary amnesia.

Tonight, like never before,
I remember your name
tattooed across my stomach -
etched and inverted,
a seeming symbol of some
satanic conversion...
knowing that i sold my soul
for a moment in your bed.

And now i'm drowning
in the flash flood
of detached seconds -
the life that
i struggle to forget
and forgiveness
is my only dream
where you are concerned...

09/14/2003

Posted on 09/13/2003
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