December 5, 2011
Oh let me die, or you, or this; where now we strain towards a kiss, and now away. My bones are pressed against my skin. Oh god I miss not being pushed, not feeling pulled or, being by this passion ruled. in greasy static magnet fields - we slide around each other, fooled into this slick and cold suspense I throb from warmth to frozen tense; both past and future clot my tongue - I cannot lay this out in sense. I cannot lay this thing and grieve. ‘Nay, I have done’, I want to breathe. now, at the last gasp of love’s latest breath, Still - you could lie, and I, believe. Tribute to Drayton ‘love’s farewell’ - (available online at www.bartleby.com/106/37.html)

Oh let me die, or you, or this;
where now we strain towards a kiss,
and now away. My bones are pressed
against my skin. Oh god I miss

not being pushed, not feeling pulled
or, being by this passion ruled.
in greasy static magnet fields -
we slide around each other, fooled

into this slick and cold suspense
I throb from warmth to frozen tense;
both past and future clot my tongue -
I cannot lay this out in sense.

I cannot lay this thing and grieve.
‘Nay, I have done’, I want to breathe.
now, at the last gasp of love’s latest breath,
Still - you could lie, and I, believe.

Tribute to Drayton ‘love’s farewell’ - (available online at www.bartleby.com/106/37.html)

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