Anthology of dreams (drownedinwords) wrote, @ 2004-12-03 19:59:00

Passion

I waited for days
Until the wait became universal
Like words
And I could imagine no time

Beyond these sparse seconds
In which we can smile
Without concern

Without the mud of
Associations.

But I do not want this
I swore I would not poison myself again.
I will not be slaved to such empty thoughts.

I would renounce these breaths
These dawn-lit dyings
Between us

If I had the strength
I would be worthless, and free from
The heat of my blood.

But there is no more salt
In the channels of my mind
To clean the furnaces
Which burn through my fingers
My pupils
And turn
My every sunrise
Into waiting
For your eyes to open.