Wednesday, April 09, 2008

promise #13

my addiction to
your chaos

if i could not see, nor dream

the fourth dimension folding upon itself
like our blanket in the moments after

we make sense of it together
the math of infinity and the

weight of anti-matter

you wait and i trouble through
in the dark, towards you, at the speed
of your sound
flickering off the unpainted walls

i promise, i love you

1 comment:

Cynthia said...

Love this poem, wow, speaks
to where I find myself, with
someone at this time.