December 1, 2010

The Love Situation

It was mine
A constellation-love hoped for
And sapphire skies set on fire
Flickered flame
burning beds
Love-stained and sin soaked
Love stains, but I still hope
for this,
I for…

In a New York minute
this love situation has gathered
and departed now as we speak
The leaves have settled onto the pavement

You were all
And still, you are nothing at all

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