Intertwined Absence Calling

Dec 01, 2008 21:03

I called you to light
in search of forever,
or passion,
or stones and cement and blueprints.
Single shaft fallen,
glorious illumination-
humiliation unbidden.

I am playing the role of saint much better now, buckling down, barely teasing the boys, sleeping a lot. I told Casey just now that I give up on boys, and he agreed with my assesment. He's not up for anything beyond friends, and I am trying to keep in reign all my friendships, because I am not up for anything else, either. I saw Chris for the first time since last Thursday today, and he simply threw something at me and told me break was awesome, then walked away.
How did I ever end up on a couch with him on a Saturday night?
But the dark angel in me rises, tells innocent little Lilith that love is dead, like Niesche's God, and that all we should learn from love is how to shoot at somebody who outdraws you.

chris, poetry, reflection

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