Darkness at 3pm -
muted sun, angry sky,
familiar loop of reality.
I slide my fingers around
your neck; we return
to angular love.

We sleep, sandwiched between
heaven and a highway.
In the darkness we invert
our nightly embrace, awaking
to an estuary of remorse
stagnating between our spines.

Afternoon beckons with
redemption between her teeth.
You make vacant promises
to fold the sky into a sling
and seal these fractures
with foreign warmth.

Night falls at my feet.
You leave your boots
on my indigent doorstep,
muddy & resolute, as though
you belong with your belongings

taunting my flickering heart.

01/17/2005

Author's Note: i'm only semi happy with this and plan to make many more attempts (hence it is in my new 'test run' folder). please tell me what you think.

Posted on 01/17/2005
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