Afterain

I’m going to dye myself the color of flesh

And run until I am dry…

I’ve got to lie I’ve got to sell to get more and more

And run until I die.

When you can’t stand the pressure anymore

When you cannot bear even one more touch

This is a variation on deprivation…

Loving less, wanting more…having too much.

I don’t mind; I don’t even ask anymore, why,

I’m nothing but a spark in her eye sometimes.

Until she sends me up like a flare, and I am light.

Bringing bright that flashes day across the sky at night.

8.22.2006