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By Ali Date: 2007 Aug 07 Comment on this Work [[2007.08.07.09.00.8729]] |
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I look without looking (you know the way I am, even without acknowledging it). I'm tender, even in my steely moments, pretending I'm tough enough to break myself, piece by piece, in front of the world while wearing a smile-- it is an act I've cleverly practiced. Would you deny it? Would you rival these rivers of unreason? I can't know. But I try your heart again, again, again, again-- it seems I cannot begin to resist it, and I imagine all manner of seductions, but who seduces who in this? I began the risk myself, but you took a golden apple from my hands, and ran. Full-off, full-speed, with full determination--an unrelenting pursuit. One of us chased the other, and I still feel the fever of your voice in my head, deadly scorched and serious, laughing just to show sincerity--but something about this intimacy reveals me. I wish I could explain it, but such dreams as these (as this) cannot be anything but rediscovered promise, a rough possibility, a destiny, a peerless falling possession. |