poetry, prose, and other strings of words · 1993 - 2003
Querer
Number 150
December 26, 2000
My heart's wings flutter,
Attached by naught but the
Tenderest of filaments;
I do not feel its loss,
I only feel—
Its lightness;
The warm velvet walls
Of this room embrace me,
Smothered by your essence;
In deepest blue fields
Of cloth, stars hint at me,
Just beyond my depth;
I try to explain, let me in
Myself! But you're
Beyond all reason & rationale.