Anthology of dreams (drownedinwords) wrote, @ 2004-11-30 21:32:00

Maturity

I knew her in the beginning.
I was there
When she got her first scar
In memory
When she learnt she had a name

And a body to call it with.
When she began
To stretch herself.

I can still see scaffolds,
Clustered round her face
Giving her new appendages.

She will never fool me.

I have known her in
The hours beyond darkness.
Beyond thought.

I have ingested her
All my life
Until her pathways grew
In my veins.

No measure of glass and steel could hide her.
No procession of youth
Or incorruptable piety
Could steal her heart from me.

Unless she let another walk along her spine.

Unless some other face
Upturned in her simple rain
Blessed her cathedrals,
Bowed before her statues
And her midnight altars.

Then there would be no more regret
At our parting.

Then there would be nothing but
Separation.