4:30 AM 10-8-06

Open a riddle cased happening for a riot of blue.
Will you be with me when i'm a sillouette?
When my shards of glass loose light deepening night cloth?
When my sketch is smudged down to the nimble trembles
that my fingers fear to lay on your warm presense?
O my fleshened place, let me collapse here
on your breathing stronghold. I promise to be better
after you allow my wilts to gather on your fertile warmth.
Let me, and I will show you the heights these latent bones will reach.
All I want it permisson to to give into my feebleness.
With that I would fight wholly against it.
If you believe in my death, i will at once rebel.