televisions flicker as a candle would,
where the daylight is a moment tangled
with the tendrils of hair that we collected
and projected back as an image of togetherness.

a wide open field of yellow flowers,
green grass, and a crystalblue sky,
this is the escape from the radiation
of the pornography flashed across the screen.
strolling through this landscape,
we escape into the innosense of our situation.

we are shameless, beautiful creatures,
and we can justify our being as a reason to escape.
from these confines of house walls, we transplant ourselves
to a place where our thoughts might be taken with
a glimpse of reality, and our sleep might be
taken with a good round of dreams.

this is not pornographic for you and i;
we are enjoying the moment before it
escapes from us, before we must escape
from it.

these rainclouds are rolling in,
but we need no umbrella, no shelter;
we will find it inside of eachother.

01/25/2004

Author's Note: a rewrite of a poem i wrote a few days ago; i gave it to a friend, so i dont have the original copy. i like that version better, but meh.

Posted on 01/25/2004
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