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By darwin Date: 2005 Aug 22 Comment on this Work [[2005.08.22.13.51.1400]] |
| i keep you in places that do not talk. those places that are secret to the naked eye. only the darkness knows them, and welcomes them in as friends. for darkness is blind. a fete i sometimes wished to achieve. but i keep you there. in my sometimes bitter heart. in the places where longing reaches, and night embraces full. i keep you in my fingers, that so often reached and never touched. in my eyes, that so often looked but never saw. and i keep you here, in my voice, my soft oft quiet voice that dares not speak your name some moments. when i'm afraid that speaking of you will break this dream i feel i'm in. for you are the vapor clouds that the sun steals away, you are the mist that closes in on fall nights. the smell of burning wood, that faintly covers our clothes after a night against a fire. i want to the be the thread in your shirt, that winds its way around your flesh. your body, a sacred temple that i would worship at, if only i believed. i'm not your vestal virgin, and i hope only in the coming sun and the morning, to wash away my sins. i would rather sacrifice myself on your altar, then hope for eternity. and i keep you there, stored in thought and consequence, as they often go together in ways i cannot understand. much like you and i. |