Tuesday, May 16, 2006

the advent of us.

One hand
Does no other better
Than when it fills
The other.

I want to
Be yours
Fit inside
You.
I want you
To be mine
Placed inside
Me.

You will
create in me
A green me.

I will forget all the agony.

You’re necessary,
Like a candle
Needs
A flame.

The risk of
getting hurt
Pales
When there
Is light
And revealed
beauty.

I will make the new death of the old me shine pure.