if we were only wax to be melted away...
wicks whipped by a common flame, we could at least leave strange, brave puddles that would stare unblinking, perhaps forever at the fragile smoke of another summer
did we come together only to startle sheets
and each other with wet requests and languid, slippery, self-induced insomnia...or
were we trading souls...bartering without words but with eyes so wide open that they became fantastic crystal balls convincing us of the future...
maybe we were always dreaming, performing
the days fast asleep but not fast enough to escape the inevitable nightmares that ended in screams and demands that the whole world be stopped quickly and just for us... |
Submission Name: lori thinks this poem is for her
