9/24/2004
if only for an instant
Till the death of night subsides. I cannot stop the sounds of loneliness, breaking and beating at the door. I Curl in on myself for the idea of touch.nothing sates me till the blessed blackness of sleep. And somewhere in the reaches of my mind I feel her hot breath on my neck,and in that moment there is the nirvana of peace, and perfect happiness-if only for an instant.
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joe, you write absolutely breathtaking poetry... it makes my heart ache with the sadness of it, and yet there is hope in the end.. you are a beautiful poet. thank you for sharing your poetry with me. i posted some of mine at kahlan1227sthoughts.blogspot.com
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