We sang the song of yesterday,
between closed lips,
eyes turned to the sky
and dreaming of recreation.

Standing on hours
swept under the carpet,
we searched for lost seconds
in the dust in the corner -
particles dancing about our heads.

Air
becoming something,
becoming nothing,
becoming everything.

I watched as you choked
on your reminiscent indulgence -
a watercolour of long lost lust -
hipbones pressed together
in a fusion of newly
discovered love.

But the fervour that
swelled your heart once,
caused your lungs to fill with fluid
and you drowned in innocence lost.

You told me that these words
fit together like lifeblood - pumping
through veins and arteries -
a retreat and attack of survival.

But you hadn't yet seen
the tear in this fabric,
the cut to the bone that
hid behind the kneecaps
and the crimson necessity
that escaped

the mockery of
contentment...

roaring in a heavy tide of finality,
ever closer to the
drainpipe of resignation.

03/22/2004

Posted on 03/22/2004
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