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daunted

by Indigo Tempesta

endless days of creation
thwarted by existing. i forgot
the color of your eyes again today. i mean
that i thought of them. and i didn't know
but that they have flecks of yellow. i
thought of you and your body, you moving,
standing still. arms crooked, one hand to chin,
to listen. you -
sliding down a wall to sit.
controlled motion;
i thought of you
pulling me, skin to skin, in bed, stronger than
presumed; that feeling like a catapult.
these are endless days and nights
of meaning and unmeaning. hazy blackness
of somehow clarity fades into sheer fear as we
see one another. and i know
this is you, and i know me, and i know
i might stumble in this thing.
i am thwarted     by existing, by our proximity
and our distance.     you are thwarted by the existence
of time. these days of creation are
understood to be real, understood to be real,
i understand that yes, there is truth between us
but i am     thwarted by     existing
in proximity to you; daunted by
the thought of      me in you.

01/05/2004

Posted on 01/06/2004
Copyright © 2025 Indigo Tempesta

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