+ requiem for us

silence  s h a t t e r e d 
(again)
and whispers don't come so innocently anymore

your icy breath blows across my soul
freezing my heart
time dulls and thickens desire
as desire submits to time

poison
-she says-
i'm poison
-she says-
i love you
-he says-
i taint you
-she cries-

( do you love that ? )
( how do you love me now ? )

my heart cries out
for the utter agony
ripping painfully away at the tenderness
(the same tenderness you delivered)

"it's my bloody-chunks-of-nothingness syndrome"

purity?
yes cleanse my wounds, heal me, o my precious

the rain pours down,
o my beautiful vase of acid...

and, alas, the rain is
...us.

+ c. davis

+ october 1998