ACQUIESCENCE  -- 04 MAR 04

 

a fact again it is: that with the web

i can invade you, and straight home

throw at you my verses, in trying to hone

your heart to the shape of that stab

 

i'll be able to, with love for me,

for me alone, forgetting all the past

ghosts of sorrow, laying down to rest

the phantoms of former loves with glee,

 

to share a love anew, a love sinful,

a love askance, a weird love, a dark

way of expectation, yes, a doubtful

 

plunging ahead, to the very abyss

you fear so much, and embrace this spark

that shall fulfill your heart with fiery bliss.