To the reader

Some thoughts, I cannot keep.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

I was your secret

Meet me
at the bottom of a still black lake,
that is where we still live in love.
You were always my night watch,
where light cannot touch,
you are still my breathing god.

we will never make,
silent and deathlike our masked faces,
I never forgot you. I return now to pledge
my fidelity to this bitter war we have waged.
I will drink your hate,

I remain a hole
where you pour your discontent.

They were always heavy,
the words we meant,
and I mean them still.
I am yours to take,
if you meet me at the bottom
of this still black lake.

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