Tuesday, September 13, 2005


as my finger drips
melting as a sea of wax
a porcelain shell shedding
with an imageless flame
dancing behind my eyes
will i fill this pool
soaking into the other contaminates.

sing softly into my ear,
and shift my fine tuning
change the vibrant equilibrium
stale enough for the week old bread
that only helps soak up this...
.... this slowly dissipating form.

give me a chance, please,
maybe, my love, we can be
two melted pools together
fearless because of our words
and comforting looks
feeling my body broken
you have made a change.


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