Apr 10, 2007 22:13
So you've got me
writing like myself again
this is your hunger, your
silence, yet
my heart beats faster
for every moment
without you, I breathe
hastily the hollows of air
like a runner
undoing his own muscles
unfastening, and you,
love, why
have you taken all of the patience
you taught me
and if you cannot touch it,
it cannot be real
So why did you plant this desire
within me, why
do you watch it grow?