Dark Poetry Prose Poetry August 28, 2003 Dark Poetic Prose

8-28-03 thursday 8:17am brick NJ

move through me with the stealth of the tiger and the impact of a war. time and conscience pose little threat. it's the bond i fear. the inevitable attachment.

if the heart could understand rather than just knowing. really understand what it is doing. but it never will. never can. it just keeps right on loving even still.

if you choose to stay or if you choose to go. i can't protest. can't tell you no. not because i don't want to. but because it's your world that is most threatened.

any danger i am in is not the kind that changes lives. whatever happens i'm the only one who'll have to suffer. but if this should go on too long. if this deception should decide to get caught. your life is permanently altered. all the things you truly love may be lost.

8-28-03 thursday 8:46pm brick NJ

savvy moments nullify the more tender aspects of our predictament.

why'd you have to make me alive again? i was so much better off dead.

now i'm trying to crawl back into my grave, but you keep getting in the way.

are all these needs without requite. is every night always to be just as empty as this one finds.

you can move me. you can wake me. you can find the hidden life. but you can't fill me.

bleeding. breaking. loving. tasting.

there are wounds you sealed. there are fractures you healed.

but this hollow you cannot fill. i am empty still.

8-28-03 thursday 10:40am brick NJ

nowhere. no place.
lopsided invitations
and trespassing hearts.

friend. sex.
easy temptations
and overzealous hearts.

myself. my life.
overused and underappreciated.
my choices. my loyalties
misguided.

i can't ever ask you to come back
if you decide to go.
then all of it would be my fault.
then instead of friend. lover.
i would be villain. downfall.