Ask me to

Sheer
empty space:
that look upon
your face, scorched
by the heat of it.
Love comes ‘n goes
like the fall of glacial
dreadlocks, high on
wilderness plateau
irrepressible;
reduced to trickled dregs
of a dried up river bed,
‘n the words
I disowned
line up quietly
to insist a meaning.
Blind
out of sight
lost to touch
out of reach of bodies
burning: ‘n you ask me
to believe in something
locked away, illuminated
caverns of the mind
beyond reflection,
hope ‘n time
yes certainly
beyond a reason.
Here
I sit high
‘n dry, a worn out
butterfly of life
my wings still
irridescent:
senses clogged
with heavy musk
‘n they batter at my door
crying out for time
while I wrestle with the imprint
of your meaning.
Love comes ‘n goes
like the fall of glacial
dreadlocks, high on
wilderness plateau
out of sight
‘n lost to touch
you ask me to believe
in something huge, to live for.

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