Monday, 21 March 2011

Swept Away

We meet by the river, you are open to suggestion
I am your distorted mirror- radiating desire back at you
You are the Answer to my Question, which I pretend to accept
You cannot find a resting place in my bed of deconstructed duality
I cannot find a home in your harshly muttered finalities
So we're kneeling close-by in soft, stubbly grass
Relishing each other in a way not designed to last
Today it matters not what you lack
We lean our bodies forward, toss our heads back
You reach for my arm and I
Dissolve in distress
Upset at my dream life,
Ever an elaborate mess
But I know it won't be long, won't be long
Before I've found the courage to move on

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