April 5, 2007

  •            rikkifen

    you have stolen the sleep from my eyes
    and so i lie awake and listen
    to the soft sounds of sleep
        from birds and cat
    and the house as it settles and creaks

    there was the miracle of your voice today
    -i do not know what to do with that-
    your words run through my head
        an erotic teleprompter of sorrow, lust, and longing

    the tsunami of our love is rushing in
    sweeping us towards the rocks of decision
        it does not get more urgent than this
                         more immediate
                         more real

    avoiding the question doesn't avoid the answer

    you have stolen the sleep from my eyes
    and my heart from my chest...

Comments (1)

  • That's right..."avoiding the question doesn't avoid the answer." I've learned that much. Many people should see themselves in this poem. :)

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