for Patty--October 3, 2001
In what strange dance do you lead my spirit
Amid confusing strains of both joy and angst
Well knowing how frailty stifles my grace
As my spirit, though defiant, struggles to rise?
I must lean on you to keep me upright
Or resign myself to nothingness
I dared to play in the realm of the broken
Inciting memories to play, then consume
My heroine, like heroin
My thirsty veins drink you in
To slake the thirst of each hungry cell
That sustains my newfound being
My every breath, though stilted
Seeks harmony with yours
And you haunt my every dream
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