October 23, 2009

This Passion

Our Passion was as the union of mud and water
The former you emulated perfectly
The latter I, though quite fallaciously acting gullible solute

Our minds were as mismatched as water to sky
Reflecting the blue lagoon of passion
Though very different in substance, degree and execution

I am as the stringless guitar
Worn and torn by the harrowing fits of feeling
I am being, restrung, this time highly, out of lowliness’ scope

You are to me as a band aid and perhaps as the scab
I have used you merely to cover old wounds
I will change you and many millions until my wound heals or you will fall off

Written 2006

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