Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into an artifice of eternity.

Monday, March 17, 2014

Fourth Walls

~ For J.H. ~

I wed the walls that became my world:
In the paper years when doors were cut
and windows shut out the light,
my shadows aged across the floor.

If I climbed out of you now,
would you still withhold the key?

The years pass and these walls syncopate
my broken heart – its muffled rhythms
sound like voices from a distant room,  
like absences pulsed along the years.


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