Somewhere below me the cars caress the street
Like lovers soft and languid in the rapture of the sheets.
I decided tonight that I have to leave you.
In the cold clear silence, to me, midnight came
And when she left, I was surprised to find the
wild urge of your memory numb and tamed.
Somewhere below me there’s passion running hot
A man and woman, twisted into a writhing, biting knot
I decided tonight that that finally, it was over.
It came to me calmly like a summer stream
That knowledge, perfect, true, cool and forgiving
That never could we live each other’s dreams
Somewhere below me there’s a dance of life and death
for the artifacts of passion, for the weapons of tenderness
I knew tonight you would never truly love me.
This poem originally appeared on my MySpace blog, Full Mental Jacket, on 11/30/2006