Sep 06, 2008 19:41
in tiny increments it unfolds, unwinding in spirals;
like crumbling walls realigned- you are the modern-day Prometheus with thorns in your hands, the new age Jesus Christ.
but you are no postwar martyr- you hung these chains yourself.
and i, in promising to take you down from your cliff: am i crazy, or is this what love means?
i may never know, but i can't stop trying.
relationships,
love,
september,
poem,
saturday,
school year,
hummingbird