you dig with those eyes as if to prepare me a grave
and I know that deepness you spade in resentment

you dig holes in the clearing of desert that was once your idea of love
where moonlight is potted and known to shine

you dig for a dream that you can never sleep long enough to have
and wake to find your womb and heart barren of sun

you dig through film and books in your box of memories
piecing stain glass colors of mind that light the room over your heart

you dig at emotion trying to bring the right words to the surface
digging an abyss that has no end and no satisfying

01/14/2005

Posted on 01/15/2005
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