poem 150 of a poem a day for 2012

words stolen at Dawn

where are you

my ghost of innocence

are you in the vines

trembling May's

silk painted fingers

do you wear desire 

do you hide your fire

do you want more as I do

I only fear leaving silent

something that needs to be sung

screamed, clawed, bitten and birthed

into this key-punch world

as trails of mist

leave my body

in foundries of what my blinks

can capture without

a warm companion

this is what haunts me

when I am not doing

enough to steal words

or torches or even Love

because all of these things

need the tide of blood

as I do to make my body

sound with the music of my soul

in the ease of spoons

and saucered milk

full with belladonna eyes

there are no surprises left

in this world

in all its seams

splitting night

spitting Dawn

everyone's asleep it seems

and I am here

another body thief

another moral broken

life will always be

for pursuing pleasure

because no matter

how categorically minute

this world becomes

I only need one warm you

to not be deaf, dumb

and blind

and to find

a way for the words

to fly here into this poem

all on their own

as if they knew all along

I was right

and silence

was wrong

EJR ©