to daniel

something thinly sinful,
a catastrophic calling
towards a blind spot 
in my visionary, actionary mind


when I wasn't looking, 
you managed to enthread me     
with the silk of your desire, 
yes I could become entwined.


but in the space between the letters 
burns the brightest star 
and I've forgotten how to float 
'cause swimming's gotten me this far    
and though I feel sometimes like sinking with you,   
 thinking of you startles me    
reminds me of destruction 
and I clamber for the shore.
   

 there's more...
   

 surround yourself with words 
to buffer you against the cold    
should I fulfill your fearful prophecy 
of danger in the end
    

but NEVER is a word so undeniably addictive   
irresistably attractive    
and didactically restrictive    
that impact alone could shadow   
the intentions of a friend.  

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