Saturday, October 2, 2010

confessions p.1

I thought I made out on this journey ten years ago
today  I realize I was born to love you.
Somehow I came to be out of this yearning for you.
Every night I am maddened 
by the thought of what I would do
once [re]united with you.
Reason!  Flee from me!
Words! Mutiny!
so that I may never articulate love.
Sight, leave me
so that I may never see in black and white.
Heart, oh heart, break and break again
so that I may finally be free.

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