the harlequin's tango

friday 12th april 2002 @ 22:23

caught in a bitter tango, spinning between desire and betrayal. I am the harlequin who nails his bleeding heart to your door. who is my columbine who sees me when you don't?

cleaning the filth from my corners, shifting the furniture. a physical movement that should be echoed in my mind. a longing for change that involves more than just a different view.

there is a new face over my shoulder. but i am too cold and halted by my past to turn around and smile. we would be two fish with the same desires, swimming in opposite directions.