Dark Poetry Prose Poetry January 19, 2006 Dark Poetic Prose

01-19-06 thursday 11:03pm

the vein sputters at the act of being sealed. the plug thickens as the moisture engorges. staring at those waves in the distance. trying to remember how it felt to ride between their rumbling thighs. you might get a whisper. you may feel a sigh. but those waves break without you now.

and sometimes they'll skirt the sand. leaving messages. stealing ones you've left there. giving and taking in a way that never seems to have an effect.

gliding over the world as a child on a swingset. sweeping over it all and yet devoid of any contact.

if you love me then that is what i will do. let you love me. and love you. as though i never have anyone else. and never could.

and if you leave me then that is what i shall become. shadow in the attic that never dares approach the window.

if what we were was yesterday then today is what we've become.

nothing knows us. or ever can. poor moths melted to the flame. but how can be not go there. when this cold is so pervasive.

on your back porch the light stays on. as does mine. but those steps have grown so steep. and i already have more words than i know what to do with.

give me something i don't have. something i can't find in myself. or anywhere. mix with me and make a color the world has yet to see.

and only then we should we touch that canvas again.