Friday, March 19, 2010


I too hear my amino acids vanishing
Down the hourglass evening
Watching you on my plasma
That screen above my heart
Last night with you, eyes closed
Like the last movement of
The 1812 Overture
Church bells thundering, cannons thumping
Red blood coursing
In veins filled with doubt and ecstasy
You told me you were letting me go
But I just got closer
Closer to beginning the ascent
To that cliff above the sea
Where I dive or slink back
To the hotel room and
curl like a dog, sighing about
How I might have won you if…
Then I am airborne, salt stinging
Bones ready to be crushed
Eyes open, hoping


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