Ask me to

Sheerempty space:that look uponyour face, scorchedby the heat of it.Love comes ‘n goeslike the fall of glacialdreadlocks, high onwilderness plateauirrepressible;reduced to trickled dregsof a dried up river bed,‘n the wordsI disownedline up quietlyto insist a meaning.Blindout of sightlost to touchout of reach of bodiesburning: ‘n you ask meto believe in somethinglocked away, illuminatedcaverns of the mindbeyond reflection,hope ‘n timeyes certainlybeyond a reason.HereI sit high‘n dry, a worn outbutterfly of lifemy wings stillirridescent:senses cloggedwith heavy musk‘n they batter at my doorcrying out for timewhile I wrestle with the imprintof your meaning.Love comes ‘n goeslike the fall of glacialdreadlocks, high onwilderness plateauout of sight‘n lost to touchyou ask me to believein something huge, to live for.