Wormhole
The basilisk is looking my way
Time fragmented into memorial shards
Explosive regeneration hides pain
These flames won't cleanse my wounds
Dark strands of your hair cover me like a cat of nine tails
Each strike harder than the last but I can't look away
This wormhole gateway into your soul fails
But I cannot feel you any other way
Ubiquity of your eyes creates a prison of denial
The pretenders would believe this can be beaten
Hangman is cut loose by a cellar door
Every day I want you more and more
Spare the incidentals and grant me once more
How do I get back there?
How do I get back to that place where I held you?
How do I get back into your beautiful heart?
This wormhole gateway into your soul fails
But I feel you. Every day.
J.Hart 01/30/10
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