| A Day in the Life of 13- Written for the novella "Alecin," 1998 His smile was a moonbeam Bright and beautiful and Cold. His reflected warmth fell short of me, Blinded in that dazzle. Hands groping through the cloak Of black Toward that waxy glow They pass through and fall... ... Fall away ... Crystals play tag down my skin Dripping saline in the corners of lips Awaiting first kiss's breath Unsung Untouched Unrequited. In the pulsebeat below my jaw I know I live. In the heartbeat behind my ribs I know I love. In the sting behind my eyes I know I lost. |