Friday, April 9, 2010

moon river

finally,
you have seen
something so disgustingly beautiful
instead of something wonderfully horrible.

the marks on my wrist
the cuts on your heart
the hollow light in the hallway
cleaning up your lonely head.
at last

you would sleep better at home
without;
fingers entwined,
the way the moonlight shines,
heaven so close to harm

and i would soon have to leave;
for fear you would, too.
but
falling away in the dark -
the cold rain to rescue us both -
reckless abandonment
is so much softer when it's accidental.

finally we have some awful nice things
to think.

stay
there, just let me
filter
what's left.
i'm doing all of this
for you.

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