drowning in devotion
tears of sullen silken misery
see me
see more than me
what brain fever is this
sonnets spilling from my tongue like diamonds and rubies cutting my lips
and mad, mad emeralds slivering my fingertips
all the treasures in my soul for you
and nothing less
and no one else
and when my heart stops cold
love-sick and full of empty reason
that will be yours too

2004-05-26