you have faded, most delicately
out, little hushed flame
I have no more to long for
now that longing is gone
I shall sit upon the hours,
and watch them like silver
hanging stars
grieving each stillborn word
suiciding itself before your sweet ear
It is quiet now, I am no longer afraid
of passing by
death is a warm cover which will
blanket me in much love
as the world
welcomes my abscence.
i met you and i had never felt warmer even through the icy air
your spiraling endless eyes and words pouring out
like stolen letters hid between my silken sheets,
still sparkling more diamond-like
than all the water beside us
though my skin siphons you, it writhes like a bad ache
desiring to recreate our drunken kiss that never was
it will replay itself over and over again
as I fade out sweet
into the hollowest space

01/05/2004

Posted on 01/06/2004
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