06/06/00 - 10:57 PM

A poem given to me by The Manager of Uberhamster's entries.

Falling

You placed me in the moment,
       Between desire
        and spasm.
       And called it Love.

But it was but a lie,
       A fever dream.
       A moist wish.
       empowered only by my hope.

And in a musky moment,
       you turned me over,
       like the pages of a dirty magazine,
       And I saw your eyes.

They were blind,       
       It was gone,
       It was never there.
       I was alone.

And I fell.
       To the ground,
       stained with my love,
       to cry my fears again.

� Copyright The Manager

Beautiful isn't it? :)