Saturday, June 4, 2011

Saturday by the lake

Dancing in the cloudlessness

A vision of what I thought was

But now realize could never have been

Because

Nothing's perfect like a memory

Dressed up in hope and drenched in regret

Twine your fingers through the blades of grass

While flashes of flesh shine through

Cuts and slits in the skin of the water

And shrieks of excitement try to drown

Out the fear of rejection standing shadow

To every wink and come hither stare.

Leap into this

Beg for the pain

Pine for joy

And live with devastation

Hunger for a drop of something pure.

Just one taste to kill and cure.

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