You lifted me high
when we should have
been low, and we cascaded
together like broken glass -
cutting time, reflecting darkness,
a refraction of love overlooked
and confrontation of truth
in the mirror of slumber.

Now, in these ambrosic hours
before dawn, you hold the
prism of the world up to my lips
awaiting the misty exhale
of breath onto the chilled
surface of morning -
these are signs of life written
across tomorrow's blank canvass.

01/05/2006

Posted on 01/04/2006
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