Hair flung heedless
Chest to pillow

I rise
Cautious to her
Breathing.

At this late stage
May I once more
Dare to dream

Of being?

in the darkened hall the barefoot man
stood afraid of stubbing toes and tripping up
afraid to make himself the fool
the stumbling bumbling imbecile
his weight of fear took up more of him
that time stood still
and this day he stands in bronze
a monument to fear
a statue now stands etched in time
along side a stale crumb
of bread

What have we done to you?
We hung you up there, to
watch truth drain from you,
to justify why we drain it!
Our loss for words found
scriptural release.
You knew the time you were
out of, was no time at all--so
you couldn't help but love it.
No more a broken body in
question.
Even the flies that examined
your wounds shed their wings.
We made your bed, you slept
in full awareness--you heard
us seal your tomb, and grinned.
You got up, and went about
eternal life...remembering to
forget a shroud.

Kiss me asleep
with your obsidian lips.

Protect my ears
from the cacophony nights would bring.

Fill the void
between heartbeats that skip.

Take me into the lull,
and into the siren song that you sing.