? Thursday, January 19, 2006
you and me
we've come to an end.
lying here in your bed of shackles.
howcome all i see
is your back, your hair?
soon i'll be able
to surpass this encumbrance
of walls & worlds
in this very room.
i see..
traces of women
you enslaved before me.
They mourn with me
with their strands & lockes
of raging flocks
scents of breezy mornings.
i knew them..
And in stillness of dreadful aeons
they've been me.
those women
they've been freed
uncurbed.
you and me
my will is your tragic end.
i lie no more in your bed of strangers.
now all i see is your hell.
