On the edge of
a broken tomorrow,
I only want to
be wrapped in you
or the thought
of resistance lost;

even if that means
breaking in your grasp.

Doors are slamming
against longing gazes
as I calculate ways
to escape the reduction
invent a new seduction.

You flew out of the stratosphere
fourteen lovely units short
of memory and completion
and now I sink into
a world of misdirection
and lack of education.

Only your words
can save me
from my myself
as I complete another
perfectly violent
twenty four hour turnaround.

I am the mistress
of indecision and dissatisfaction
and just when I think
it is all falling into place,
I strike another match -
burn another bridge.

09/14/2003

Posted on 09/13/2003
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