Monday, 22 June 2009

There is no pain,
I do not suffer.

This is not pain,
I do not suffer,
This is invisible.

This is not pain,
I do not suffer,
This is motionless.

This is not pain,
I do not suffer,
This is nothing.

This is not pain,
I do not suffer,
This is all.

This is not pain,
I do not suffer,
This is...

This is not pain,
I do not suffer,
This...

I...

o

how

why

I

She...

But I rebuild myself in a shape most likely to survive.
This shape has a hole in the bottom.
This shape will not hold water.
Or trust, or expectations, or hope, or despair.
All things flow through this shape,
leaving it empty and unaffected,
and so there is no pain,
and I do not suffer.
I do not suffer.
I do not suffer.
I.... sleep.

Sunday, 21 June 2009

I may be an idiot, but at least I'm a bloody idiot.

Lynda

When I touch you
the breath escapes me,
and I am stilled.
Within me I am always
within you.
Without you I am always
Unfulfilled.
I desire only everything,
I require only.... enough.
When this love takes me
I can only follow,
eventually.
But in the meantime do I struggle,
or spit and curse and resist
the irresistible?
Do I fear yet to lose myself
after so many years?
(But losing you, am I not lost?)
Am I, can I, should I, could I.

Touch your cheek,
your hair, your breast, your throat,
touch your eyes with mine,
and I am gone.
I am found,
I am thought,
I am motion.
I do not speak,
I am spoken.
Cannot break,
for I am broken.
Was that a rhyme?
Oh, just a token.
(as is this)