7.21.2010

compromise

I'm squirting ink again,
because whenever
I close my eyes
faces of angels
appear before me,
and every one I recognize
as one I want to save my life.

this pen is my
dishonest compromise:
I write about
the way you taste
and fool myself
into believing
I can touch you at anytime.

(old poem//november 9th 2009)

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