The stories play in my mind Your words spinning reel to reel In fuzzy, faded, scratchy film Touching the edges of my reality Seeming rather surreal When viewed through your eyes I want to crawl inside the images And live through it beside you I want to taste your sweat Buckle under your weight Carry the guilt of your loss Catch my breath in the aftermath Of your victories Fully understand Why you so completely humble me In the theatre behind my eyes You stand tall and proud In crisp, living c...

limp forms in wheelchairs suspended animation persistence of life

Quickened from your rib Eat of my forbidden fruit We will be as gods