Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 4, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

08-04-05 thursday 10:20pm

on the last mile of night. where lonesome travellers lose what of themselves they've found. and find the end of the journey without ever having to move.

in the black that becomes your eyes as the sun artfully foreshadows darkness. a mirror grows and tempts me to see what i've always known.

time had no dominion over you in my heart. you always had been and always would be alive.

when the crux of the thought dampens your throat. with that moist sensation of tasting someone for the first time. all the world converging in that one moment's lapse. all you feel how you've wanted to all of your life. but are helplessly aware that it won't last.