even then
        (exhausted by shame)
i felt the pull
       (the undeniable grasp)
of my other self
following the rain through
narrow prison windows
to fill the ravine of my mind
with the color of your skin
whose freckles
lead my blood to my hands
       (lead your name to my lips)
             to write(say)

"if i am a criminal
       (as all who live are)
remove my reflection
stain my skin grey as time
do all within the reach of justice
       (lifeless words carved on stone)
to tear away my tongue
and murder my protestations
on the concrete floor

i still bleed red"

and behind the exhaustion of my eyes
my greener self
       (beyond the mysterious, infinite sea)
smooths the creases from my soul
       replaces my mind with stars
             molds these prison days into
                   a meteorite

catching fire
in the heat of your atmosphere
       (i am a forest
             aflame)

06/18/2012

Author's Note: can i escape?

Posted on 06/18/2012
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