"to see the thing(s) i love the most."
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be forewarned that i will wait
outside the rusting iron gate
to see the thing(s) i love the most
and taste the crust of burning toast
to choke upon the charring crumbs
my steps will falter; limbs grow numb
to see the thing(s) i love the most

with hazy mornings come your ghost
that summer creeping up the coast
of distant seas i'll never see
of ancient trees i'll never climb
of feelings that are never free
of feelings too concealed to find.

these words i write are manifest
these words glance off steel armored chests
and fall upon the humming ground
where there may be warmth to be found
images caught in my brain
will all undoubtedly remain
secret places i've not been
and the thing(s) i love most
i have not seen.  
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by rachel e. g.
©  may 07, 2003