I'll pull it back
and let it fall
where it may.

It's not so hard
to fathom this -
this life, this love.

You lift me over your
shoulder, like a child,
so I can't sway.

So I can't stray.

And this is all I have,
pressing against your flesh;
sliding down your sides;
scraping a life together
from your cologne drenched skin
and your bourbon lips.

I would touch the sky
if I could, pull it
down onto me,
lick the cerulean blue
and build a cocoon
from the azure glow.

But you want to
keep me here forever,
you want to
grow it back
in this glasshouse,
this leadlight prism.

And you only want to
see me through the
bottom of an hourglass,
to watch my strawberry mouth
and almond eyes
as they were then -
playing, playing
in the ripples of the ocean;
rolling in the fresh
green spears of grass.

But it's slipping away
through cracks and crevices,
it's finding ways
to escape what we
never knew existed.

We've patched up the holes
but we're no match for time
with it's crisp tick-tock
and cacophonous laughter.

In streams it flows, dripping
into oil-stained puddles
and the waves form in rings,
concentric circles of
blues, reds, purples.

It's all nothing, nothing, nothingness
and it's going, going, gone

04/10/2004

Posted on 04/10/2004
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