Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Verse: Struggles

This is
the year
without strings

I have no sway
over these seasons
I cannot pull them together

all the colors
I choose are difficult
to relay

the days
all have smooth edges
and dark corners

and despite
all my coaxing
the night won't come on

each sweep of
my hand cleans
with fallen joy

aimless and empty
I wish you would meet me
with mayhem and tension

I know
I surrender
all too easy

but the ember
of your name
is ever on my lips

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