the closing of the apartment door
signals my redemption.
i am alone in my silence,
the lights glaring and mocking
their distant calls.
they scream.
they speak,
they haunt.

i've been staring them down
into the evermath, each shine and
shimmer adds another taint
to my eyes. i want them shielded.
there is no salvation.

we dance around each other.
the smoke fills, we duck under.
we play games of how-low-can-you-go
with distant glances and
misinterpreted thoughts.

i read you like a novel, each page
lined and defined for me, and i
search your mind like braille,
my fingers clumsy and foreign.
but you sing, and steal me...
take me over with one note,
drawn out,
and held.

you have all of me, and i've
told you this in a thousand tongues.
you translate me differently these days,
with knees bent and back arching.

but i have been redeemed,
in this, your lips, your skin.

you have whisked me into your world,
the magnetic pull
relentless and unforgiving.
i try to turn, to save ourselves
from the immaculate,

but alas,
we're swept in,
and under.

12/02/2003

Author's Note: she does this to me. every second of every day.

Sub Author's Note: and i have no idea WHY this piece is being such a huge PAIN. i never write in double spaces, and argh. okay. it should be finished now. *GRRRRR*

Posted on 12/03/2003
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