Entry: Here is another poem i think its the 9th one Sunday, September 14, 2003



you started a fire
inside me,
i couldn’t catch
my breath!
i was so anxious,
even thrilled
at the sight
of flames!
it felt so good
to be warm, again.
i was suspended
in mid-air when
cold blooded truth
lashed into me.
i was shattering toward
calloused ground,
watching you,
licking your lips,
diminishing
but standing firm
on the edge
of sanctified pain.
it was only
romanticide.
all units responded.
and the scene
of the crime---
secured.

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