Saturday, May 15, 2010

Dear Mister Mystery-

To call one, my
e l a t i o n
circumspect, whole within myself
the translucent cloth
in which [i] wrap my skin,
pulled tightly against the scapes of my face-
raven-you are a raven in the skies at night
hidden,
you are the little nebula eyes,
which trace my thoughts,
may [i] let
you
know,
every molecule is right when
you
smile,
[only you]
and....
in the contours of my
...d r e a m s..
[such beautiful,horrifying things i see]
[which such delicate skin, holds all in]
may hope, your mind may fuse with mine-
daybreak waking to your eased mind,
many miles from this broken place in which
you
seem so fit,
for when
you
(hush... be still)
feel me,
[feel my mind,my angst]
no words..
you
will feel your glow, as i feel it....
you are the golden soul...
abandoned,unknown...