Thursday, May 10, 2007

Old regrets and love

Do you remember those nights you so like Christ
& I like Peter must sleep
A painted garden of suffering,
Rushing, kissing betrayal, a glass or two of water
I could not stay awake
for you, hot blood and God alike
I feel so like Peter, you Christ
your suffocating garden of choice
Agony, exhaustion - very,
the irresistable heavy of I

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