Thursday, April 8, 2010


no passion on these lips

once caught below the surface
inches from a breath
help failed
hope diminished

no hint of flicker can be found here
not even for fear

a gentle tug recieved
too late
no more

one cord distracted
one never fails
withered is the last

where is promise for these lips
buried in the past

shadow has set
sun is hidden
water has drowned

the fire is quenched

flames must be re-lit

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