Saturday, December 03, 2005

so here we are, denied entry
into that arcadia of frolicking union
with its biological urgency and timeless ritual.
refusing to enter that arena of homely comfort
with its familial embraces and sanitised warmth.
this is a different sort of madness,
this non-place of my imagination,
a no-person's land between the barbed wire fences
of Eros and Platos,
mined with the unexploded ammunition
of unfulfillable expectation,
but offering those bleak pleasures
of the zone between states at war.
meet me here, because i'm beginning to love you.

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