Thursday, June 21, 2007

Loving like a dead woman

Melting not into your arms
But within the limited dimensions
Of self
The frequent chasms inside
Beyond-repair-mind and the perennially-numbed-heart

You never lose heart
But you lose it
Eyes first
You dive into a known area
Dangerous for its fooling familiarity

Partly functional me
Alive in pieces
{Ears to hear
Eyes to see
Mouth to speak
Heart to beat
Mind to lose}for

Choices: (a),(b),(c)….n
Note: all choice boils down to
Loving like a dead woman