Dark Poetry Prose Poetry March 10, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

3-10-03 monday 9:18pm brick NJ

a rhyme caught in my throat -
a melody stuck in my skin,
healed wounds leave their
scars behind for even strangers to see;
it's hard to hide sometimes,
hard to hide when
you just want to scream;

there's better and
there's worse, but no one
cares how it is out there,
all that matters is how
you feel in here;

i wade through the days
like fording a river upstream,
i write the words across my heart
like a chalkboard -
bold, but erasable,
sketchy and somehow unreal;

when the days have given
enough that the high has forgotten
and the residual contentment
has become impotent -
i remember and i feel,
like a portrait my heart
paints in my mind,
i see you, no, i feel you
still there inside me
and i want it to last
so much longer than it has;
and i need it to be more to you
than i realize you can;

it's not the love,
it's not the sex or the touch;
it isn't the gains or the loses,
the words or the choices,
it's just you - what you make
me when you're here,
how i suddenly remember
joy when in your presense;
how life becomes something
i feel lucky to possess
when you are there again.