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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, November 3, 2011

You

How dare you?
You slipped under my shell like water
when I didn't even know
I was thirsty
I wasn't looking for a friend
I thought I was complete
but you showed me what was missing
introduced me to passions
asleep for so long
I had forgotten their names
Now I drink your words like wine
I need you like a drug
Damn you
I never wanted this
but you live in the contours
of my mind
you echo through the spaces
in my heart
You are within me for always now
like a virus.