lovesong for a woman in a coffeehouse

i imagine you sitting high on a pale horse riding sovereign next to christ palm leaves falling at your feet gentle breeze it all goes hazy and we can look into the truth only when we're beneath your gaze.

you are the czaress of hope lifted chemicals from the cesspool of life and brought them new clean into our world. i know not how it happens. i can never think of the important things as they happen as they go down dusty roads in desert towns and everyone will feel cooler clean washed over baptised by your stare. purity runs through your veins but not through your life. you can see only as you choose and everywhere everything falls into you. we are all falling into you sooner or later.

you wash sins from our backs pull the lose threads from our clothing and leave us lying naked shivering only warm when you smile.

there are men across the states that climb mountains dig canyons through harsh countries in dark winters just to hear your voice echo loud and clear across the pages of a life across the depths of our pipe dream realities.

we are bleached over with new truths to talk loud about stand on pulpits sacrifice life and lust for the alter of you.

i can think of no other way than to love you immensly. your elbows leaning on a counter (that's not marble, that's a heart), your eyes darting from place to plaxce you knwo every function of every heartbeat every soul every minute is yours to drop subtle into your toychest. you find comedy in tragedy, and sadness in old wive's tales. we are all falling lower sinking to where the light climbs across our skin and links us unaware to our desires and you are there basking on the beaches of life in distant shores telling us it will all be okay.

so i watch you. you move with certainess and grace. i watch your legs fold over the back of a sofa and slip you comfortable into place. you rest only when you are breathing. you are aware only of the sun as it shines on you, the rest you reflect to us. you shine granduer from precipices and fill out forms.

i've watched you move and speak so delibrate as a careful angel there to rock our sensibilities, leave us left and shattered battered hopes and fantasies.

you are every hope we've ever held.

you hold everything that matters in the way you step from a room when i know i'll never see you again.

2002-11-25 | 1:03 p.m.
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