When I’m ready
to let go of your illusions
please distinguish then
the kerosene from the pheromone

But for now you know
I’m just content to burn

So ignite me
to your sense of pleasure
with just a hint of the consequence

I’ll keep pretending it’s under control
as my cells break apart –
while you work out the route to move aside
this dream for two and
let lust produce its last satisfied moment
between us

You knew I’d find my way
slowing down
from that beacon in the distance,
The mirrors I’d see along the way -
the sight of two
becoming one…

Was really the glow of one
becoming wiser

09/27/2004

Posted on 09/27/2004
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