To love is to live without
any deposit slips.
They all say it is freedom
in a kiss.

Yet I have never felt
the tender lips of a
genuine lover's embrace.

A miracle of life is
the ability to love and
feel the return of love,
but hardly have I felt it
to this day.

Blood lingers on and
sickness overwhelms
my weary heart.
All the blood that
runs can only slide down
my cheek.

Flush as I am red,
as bitter rasberry
jam flickers in
my hazy eyes.

How old I have become,
and love seems to linger
on and on.

Yet all I have is memories
of pining hopes,
and desparate hours.
All that is the sum
of my life is only
a dream.

11/20/2006

Posted on 11/20/2006
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