by Nannette LaRee Hernandez
Thursday, June 05, 2008
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When I believe in something, I fight like hell for it.' Steve McQueen
He has subsisted.
His identity, clogged in cement.
His soul, stranded on fences.
From a masked chasm within his heart,
he negotiates with himself.
He tells himself that this has not happened.
That he will waken in daylight, feeling untouched, sane.
She is everything too much.
Running one gear too high.
Lacking the right sense of proportion.
Contemplation splatters across the vastness of his mind,
blue paint splayed on white carpet.
The implausible domination of his feelings.
The gut-turning, exquisite anticipation.
He fell in love with her.