Gestation

Sweetened lightning leaves streaks
          Of your essence on my skin.
Paper memories leave us behind,
          Panting, and wrung out of words.
Our future, pivotal and immediate, trusts the moon.

Still, logic betrays beauty with expectation.
Have you ever seen a shooting star
          Through the lens of impatience?
Chameleons do not change
          For the entertainment of others.

Petition my heart, not as a dying entity, but as renewal.

 

September 2004

Photograph by Tom Clark

 

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