By Misti
Date: 2003 Jan 30
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Big Empty Ache

he tries to bring it all
back to me
with cathedral music
the patient friction of his fingers
candles and incense
the lazy eights of his tongue
toys and magazines
he tries to stir it up
rouse it from its 100 year slumber
with a rosy kiss
make it tingle
make it spin
make it roar like the eternal tide
but it hides
in waiting
for a fresh miracle
mute magic
that cannot be deciphered
with a code ring
and it's another night of enduring
the big
empty
ache.