these memories, they conjure you up
and I spend the nights
chasing them down with my dagger- lids. they open, shut &
you phase in & out and in again, with their every crusade
I go mad when the wind flows, crashes against my skin and I fall into its transparancy,
I grieve the shocking opaque percussion of you, lips against mine
I could fall into that kiss and never reach the bottom of it
the world could crumble- collide into ashes and I would merge into you
never tasting one sullen catastrophe- flame,
only me with this sweet ingest
of ambrosial taste, every perfect cell.

08/25/2004

Posted on 08/26/2004
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