Saturday, July 14, 2012


Above the sail is where we stored our dreams
hopes that took so long to fully surrender
for the heart chooses a time unknown for its healing
and first the death must be absolute
and so I died, finally

above the sail is a night of fever
you at the helm of that stormed darkness
as we rode what hell we did not know
did not know that it was a vision of what would come

and belief was absolute
as our hearts skipped in joy, just for the being next to each other
our beauty before us for the tasting
our loving
was a sacred place

That last morning you said your body was a fire
that rose into your eyes
and I smiled in my naivete, not knowing your consumption
that a line had just been drawn
and now I was outside

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