Friday, June 12, 2009

Verse: Senses

In the falling soon
of the candied moon
I hear you

In the urgent rain
that strafes the windowpane
I see you

In the open sore
forged by the shadows upon my door
I see you

In the tangled scent
of the song that won't relent
I know you

In the anxious bed
where a brace of dreams are bred
I name you

In the truths bruised and raw
that reside beyond the law
I claim you

In the inarticulate speech
of the beauty I can't reach
I taste you

In the heat that comes
like a nectar to my tongue
I approach you

In the piercing sun
that interrogates everyone
I miss you.

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