March 10, 2012

• Erasure

  Your streak across my past
  so rich and deep
  tricked me into inappropriate boldness,
  into extending the brush
  into my future.
  there you were,
  a strong, heavy blaze
  in my future,
  but I suffer from indiscretion,
  and I've scrubbed at my dire mistake,
  never succeeding in erasure of
  this scarlet fantasy

  and then

  a miracle
  I am clean
  no more residual of you when I look forward
  so fresh, clean
  finished,
  finally

  • 3:07 pm
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