3:27 p.m. - 2004-05-11
Five Minutes Later
This lava love, that felt so slow and hot was once your calling card,

A tool of recognition, not a person, nor a heart.

I cried, and cried, hope fell hard to the floor of my defenses,

Even so I stand, defenses down, my eyes locked on your shadow.

You thought I'd lie alone in silent effigy of you.

You knew my world would fall like a sandcastle crush.

And you paced, as a wolf, about my soiled devastation,

Disregarding truth or love's indestructible incarnation.

And I rose again to find another man had come behind.

His hands reached down and with one touch reshaped the mess you made.

He smiled a broken smile, his glare one of studied reflection.

The spirit of my shattered dream passed on to resurrection.

Yes you came, but you fled with the furor of a baby's breath.

Against the torrent flow of the passion he awoke today in me.

So fly on sweet, sweet scent of yesterday.

That slow soul train finally came round for me.

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