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June 20, 2005

I want to talk
make love
and sleep within you
instead of me.

I am so hungry for once
but never hold the air inside
while the pain explodes
from this world
into yours.

Blues, reds, violets, greens,
and bend over touch the ground
wet and heady in the same instant

Could be this ache makes no difference
just keeps going on and on and on...

Everyday, at about noon
there it is that sensation of pain
that wants tears, wants expression
but can't get out.

Weakness and fear
broken little bits of happiness
interspersed with love
all but crumbs
for this ache to feed upon.

Walk and pace, sleep and escape
but it's still here.

I can't escape, and no expression comes.