Dark Poetry Prose Poetry Bovember 30, 2005 Dark Poetic Prose

11-30-05 wednesday 11:55pm

if it were as simple as those tail lights that come on when you seize. pause the motor. clench the valve. all is dark. all is bright. as we reverse to those places we always thought we'd leave.

it's not touch. some temptation wrapped in pleasure has no meaning to me now. undress it and it's just as naked as we've always been. raised skin trembling under the weight of the chill.

it's not words. frail skeletons of our thoughts as they lay beneath so many heavy skins.

if it were that easy i'd already have it. but life draws its borders with such precision. and even as we overstep those bounds we are still confined within them.