Tuesday, September 20, 2005

witness

You might refrain from believing it, but
I dreamt of my fingers caught in your
Untamed curls as I pulled you closer,
Entreating you with squinted eyes and clenched
Features to save me from this
Spiral, to hold my hand as I stumble,
To lie beside me as my wounds heal, to be a
Witness to my escape from destruction,

So don’t stop speaking because your words are
Cutting away my skin and letting the inside
See what the outside can’t turn away from

And I’ve never seen light move that way,
So try not to blink because it’s dancing
In your eyes.

1 Comments:

Blogger joolz said...

Ah, Lucas, how I've missed your words. Those last three lines are ridiculously beautifully strung together.

4:27 PM  

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