DESIRE'S BITTER REFUSE (M.A.K.)

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JOURNAL #22

how with thee

shall love be bled bold

from mine eyes

thorough is likes bitter season

darkness screens me

sane

once out of sight

a grieving moment

shuns times gentlest passing

I feel hope breath

whenever

your question's eyes

turn solemnly to me

as my answers

scream

give me more time

confusion quickens

to argue

over

which direction

we should take

together

or separate

and to make matters

further worse

I disagree

with both...........

(Jan. 4, 2000)


Author's Notes/Comments: 

written for M.A.K. My suspicions growing over the idea that he truly is indeed likely dead.

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