You're bathed in light everyone sees
It's darkness to me
I long for
But cannot posess
The vertigo of your eyes
Close them: They're dangerous
Rugged child,
Prospecting beauty from chaos
Slip your hands behind your back:
They're treacherous
The cadence of your steps pierces me
As you walk politely past--
Your pulse is the compass for my wandering
Deny me your presence: It's consuming
In the still gallery of my haunted heart,
Burning the wall
You become art
You
Are a beautiful consequence
(from on Empire)
January, 2008
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