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It's the shadow of this thought
into which I've fallen.
This well of plots and characters
left unwritten.
Thank you for the nudge
but I don't remember meeting you
Oh! Yes, we made love so sorry
it's the shadow of this thought
through which a vision of you must swim.
Now I remember the taste of your skin.
Please take your place among the cast
as I step away and fall
And fall
And fall away.
I forgot to pay this bill? Sorry.
It's this shadow of this thought
into which I've fallen.
Chasing a naked girl
Correcting an injustice to make it right.
Sinned? Me? No, just walking and thinking
in a world of gray or into a world of citrus
and thinking
and thinking away.
Maybe we met when I knew your name
and you mattered in that moment
but my heart beats in the shadow of my skull
making you suspicious of me.
I know
and I know which way
the world turns toward the bright
and the loud, leaving the rest to live in shadows.
Doubly darkened by the shadow of our thoughts.
Have we met once before?
Taste me and let me know.

Comments

  1. SandyCarlsonJanuary 31, 2011 at 8:18 PM

    Heart? Vulnerable heart? Yes. This poem.

    Holy friggin' wow.

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  2. Haven FairfieldFebruary 1, 2011 at 9:15 AM

    Thank you Sandy

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  3. Aayushi MehtaFebruary 28, 2011 at 4:01 AM

    "I know
    and I know which way
    the world turns toward the bright
    and the loud, leaving the rest to live in shadows."

    Profound writing.
    Glad to have found your blog, thank you for dropping by. Looking forward to reading more from you.

    ReplyDelete

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