Torch songs all require an ember.
I want to keep you, to remember.
I hold your close for safety
I will not let you go.
Your fuel is my heartbeats,
Your servant is my throat.
Others glimpse you burning,
And remark upon your heat.
My eyes have changed their humor –
I see you in my dreams.
My hands, my mouth, my head,
My chest, my nerves, my breath
Given to the sweet and sour venom,
The anchor I have left.
- original 1995; updated 12/19/03; 1/12/04
Posted by acr at November 13, 2003 07:00 PM | TrackBack