stay.

deviations, sleeping through the fire.
i feel cliche now that it's said and done.

resolved?
this doesn't cross your eyes.
marriage, loss for a season.

sleeping lies in wait, in vain.
pulsing through my veins, only half aware of emotion.
i stumble across words i wish to say, writing dumb nonsense.
across the bleak pages of my memory.

will i see you again?
or was it a fleeting glimpse of (mis)fortune, smiling on my skin like a moonsliver?
i know where you sit, where you hold your congress now.
could i go?
could i honestly step away untainted, unblessed?

i'd love to doubt it, like i doubted my affinity for opposing measures.
but i cannot linger on wishes anymore, it's kept as prize, prisoner.
a final, secret note sustained infinitely in logicless inopportune memories.
locked away except for fleeting words on my skin, washed.
fleeting words on paper, never read.
fleeting thoughts in mind, gone and back again in amaranthine cycles.

i'll let my slightened anguish sleep for seven days, seven nights.
so that on the next, it should seep for just as many years.
and as my feelings grow, i can ask you one final question.
kept hidden in vague words and actions until this point, humiliating in its bareness.
and as i ask it finally, i can quiver with relief, hope, wondering.
is it wrong if i ask you this:
stay?

05/24/2007

Posted on 05/25/2007
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