lunes, 4 de agosto de 2008

my nightmare my love, is me, not you

(in the darkness)
(in the water)

I missed you
in a magic dark place
a world where,
fireflies were the air
and danger the entertainment.

Alone in an inmense expanse of salt and water
in this velvet inmensity,
velvet intensity...
animals lurking just beyond my eyes
my reach...
like you
but not really there

I should be scared
more scared
of this than of you,
of me.

only a thought
the shadow of a shadow
the slightest change of movement in the water...
I turn,
and there is nothing.
nothing more,
nothing less,
the memory of you,
as always,
more seductive,
more frightening,
more real,
than any dream,
or any nightmare.

I am
more scared
of what you do to me
than I am of anything else.
Even, I think... of you.

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