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March 12, 2006

Marked in my mind,
indelible and scarred,
as I lay here
dreaming of carving
into my flesh, his name.

Ever inside my head,
I visualize fingers entwining,
making sense of the swelling,
and rhythmic ebbing,
discordant music
that comes to me,
crossing the lines,
getting in to me,
maybe accidentally.

But oooh, I want to hear it

I want to hear him sing
that he wants it too.

He's been near me,
riding past me,
this morning

and the storm
of the morning heightened
all of these sensations
turned the feeling into bondage
I dare not twist tightly
for fear of affixiating
on the pain

I have this blade
above my skin
ready to cement
the promise and the dream
as every nerve vibrates
set on high.

Making the choice
to live, with the scar
of his name on my arm
or to dare to go in too deep
and destroy what might simply be
my incredible imagination.