Sunday, April 19, 2009

Day 18 -- late and rushed thoughts of about Love

Euphorion, again 

You, not a boy, not a man but something
forever in between, Magician. 

When I say "Beauty must be broken 
for the sake of this poem"

it doesn't surprise you -- 
"In everything I've encountered 

a dark-side exists but She is the promise
we can be something more 

than animal." I know your eyes 
and, the sadness their color holds 

wounds me. I keep mining for more.
The devil forever heating the space between us. 

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