Sunday, October 03, 2010

Fear



Fear

 
He stopped me
from turning off
the stars. 

His arms, bight
that found the roots
of my willow

showing signs
of affliction
in the shallow waters

where I ran
demented
to men so divine

my bed boiled
like a cosmic
heat-wave. 

Now I hold my breath…,

remember
you playing the chords
to all my songs.

Fear, nothing but the past
freely scurrying about
grief stricken.

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