Your every, Your thoughts feed the heat
Of my fever as I lay here awake at night
Dreaming of your face. If I could simply
Just reach your cheek with one stroke of

Affection. I'm malnourished in the wake
What seems to be perfect clarity. Without
You is without reason. Without any doubt.

There can be no evolution unless without
Questioning, without answers that cannot
Be. Simply derived a seed without flowers

Is but an empty chasm waiting for light
Designing fates to unfold in the morning
Dew.

12/06/2009

Posted on 12/26/2009
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