Notes to an unknown lover
The day without knowing crawled blindly over the horizon
groping the remnants of my dreams and startling the uncertain crows
from pecking my heart into bits too small to be sewn to your sleeve.
You waited in my unconscious while flowers grew up in a blaze of passion,
opening themselves to the blunt soles of passersby then were forgotten
amid the drudgery of daily life, wearing thin romantic finery until apathy replaced contempt.
Night fell again obscuring the stain of my existence
until nothing remained but the gleam in my eye
and my breath on your neck
Heaven is only an instant that lasts forever not this ruin of dreams
and good intentions postponed to get to work on time, meet deadlines
perpetuating a passionless desert of duty peopled by intimate strangers
begging to be touched.
I pulled your words close to me their syllables conforming
to the awkward angles of my body like a child with a blanket in the darkness
and cursed the night for having a million eyes and no mouth.
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