Break Me

[threedee]

shadows recline out & stretch down to sleep
as I sit immersed in words that think for me
remembering slightly younger sunsets
what vainglorious times to write alone what none will ever read.
haunted by what will never materialise
sipping brew that will pass through
        unbroken by plans, demands, last stands,
                                    reprimands.

I have an understanding with this breeze:
        I say: you smell sweet this empty eve.
        It says: I will not whisper of you to those others whom I touch.

I say: nevertheless-should you find someone to break me-
        beckon him-
        entreat her-
        to here where I sit
indefinitely.

- 29 April

I swear I will get to posting that Firefly story this weekend. It will happen!!