Dark Poetry Prose Poetry July 9, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

7-9-05 saturday 10:20am

dark delimeter - words.
both concealing and digging
for hidden treasures.

she makes me better -
in that way a woman will.

she wears her truth and
is contented. she wears it
until every last thread has unravelled.

and even then, she wears it still.

9:58pm 07-09-05 saturday

if and when the moment should grant me just itself. nothing more. that surrounded by my own presense i am buoyed on the ocean of my consciousness. gone, but not lost. it's happened before. surely it will happen agian. that i should forget everything except that i am.

words unfold in careful precision. not unlike how the music is. ever more comforting with each repetition. as steadily it becomes not separate from, but a part of my disposition. entwined with the rhythm of my breathing. the beat of my heart. my body moves with it. in a dance that makes me swoon. makes me forget all else there is.

the voices give pause to let the instruments. piano, strings, percussion. all pump into my blood intravenous. until we are one. there in the dark. the dark of the room. the dark of my mind. eyes closed. ears open. heart pops like a champagne bottle shaken. rocketing its cork. contents bubbling over.

no need to know answers. or even find questions to ask. i simply turn inward an easy glance and have no doubt none of this matters. for now.

11:55pm saturday 07-09-05

arent't we. as the moments overtake. exactly what we'd hoped to become.

futures waxed of candles melted. the flame your only friend.

hotter than you'd hoped. but better still than the cold you remember.

maybe they recall after it has been. fondly. or otherwise. that's their decision.

what we were isn't what we are. just chances we took. or by were taken.

held in the embrace of what could be. it's hard to imagine life isn't what you wish.

lost in the lies the skin wll tell you. minds making up reason to match.

eventually we go back. go back to where we came from. hoping they'll find us there. but knowing it'll never happen.