"Stealing Columbine"
dear ________,
in the grand scheme
of our mutual unraveling
when the dust settles
in our weary bones
and you and I are barely
hanging onto a thread
in some perverted attempt
to restore a measure of innocence
remember this before the notion
of spitting in my face and dancing
on my grave suddenly appeals to you:
I have longed for you
ever since youth was stolen at Columbine
If we cannot ever know
the beauty of lying next to one another
in rapture
please lock me away in your heart
and let neither heaven nor hell
stand in the way
of our fervent affection
despite the guise of our present
desperate straits.
- P
Copyright: 2009, by Raymund Diaz Delizo
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