Distance graces forth our simple lives,
                    of shoving
               aside emotions and
               dancing with wax lies on that same shore.
            Furious
         my acid eyes wince at
       the span of space between you and me,
         so cruelly
      taunting all that bleeds and
         scattering gray matter across the
      broken glass
     coast. Your fingertips trace
         light maps across my sea glass heart of
     soft green lines,
   and twisted blue detours
     on paper skin now that you are gone.

01/13/2004

Posted on 01/14/2004
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