By sarah iristakeroot@aol.com
Date: 10 June 2000
a perfect circle
you said his voice was beautiful
and that if you were a woman
you would fall in love
with that voice, the way it wavered
and how his pain helped him
reach perfection
an old proverb you said
that he had read
i watched your face as you said this
and looked out the window disenchanted
with my present state
wanting myself to be that voice you were
speaking of, that you would hear
mine and say you had to love me
because of the pain i endured
that was how it began
and within hours i was saying i hate you
when the only thing i could do was look
at you and wish that your body gravited toward
mine because you felt a pull you couldn't explain
i've spent the loneliest hours of my life in
your arms
but then you take away that loneliness
within minutes with a glance or a touch
and i stand here screaming at myself
wondering how i could bounce
between hating and loving you
wanting to touch you and yell and scream
and ask myself what the hell i'm doing
i think its the moments when you allow yourself to be
alive that keep me watching
and wanting to be a voice on a crackly tape
so you can listen to me
that your alive more in those few moments
then most people are in lifetimes
but to you thats all i will ever be
a moment
a passing moment.
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