Wednesday, September 06, 2006

In the secret places I pursue
Of candle wax and flowing sheets
Passion reigns and I am drunk
On wanting that which
Flows far from me
Far from my home.
You are a smoky mirror, a
Locked jade box,
Irresistible + untouchable
Realizations follow wanting
Just as pained and heady.
You purr and growl a song
I have danced to in dreams
And you haunt as a living ghost
No seance to summon or banish
Yet I still am kept from
Touching you
As all of myself is consumed
By half-colored visions of
What could be
If you too shared my universe
Of candle wax and
Flowing sheets.


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