January 30, 2010

a promise settles

the second time around
this passion hangs in the air
and I cannot speak, yet
know I must let go.

hunger and thirst ebb with the tide
satisfied and fascinated floods with peace.
will you judge my words,
or is this a love I do not know,
disguised, covered with shadows-
maybe someone already knows
its jealous hiding place
far beyond the good I imagine.


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