trying to find you
i made this bridge,
a few pine logs thrown over the water;
and the sun was full upon me.

and after stealthily crossing
I sank upon the ground
at the foot of a large tree.
with the sun's heat, i was warmed.

i was tired so i chose sleep
as my midwife for birthing
a love that capsules you.

but I could not collect myself
as I was quite tired out
from the glory in your flesh.

made a bed of lofty ideals
and scrunched-up into a fetus
and found warmth in myself.

at length, the ideals became knots
that would rather lump-up
and make rest impossible.

so sleepless, loveless i moaned
for torture's strangled release
as i squint and peer
i see no image in the mirror.

01/24/2006

Posted on 01/24/2006
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