25 Mar 2006, 2:24am
Writing
by David


Just like the moon
or something I can’t touch

I want to see you
burn body burn / body
burn dark / dark
burn far / bright / miserable /
burn on the wretched failing
scumbling as you go
toward the door.

For you would never tell me
if it felt sexual
if you were annealed by it

and whether
if I had the majesty
you had the right
to die.