As young, we haunted reason;
Drunk on desire, ideals and trust,
Like liquid sustenance, like secret dew.
My laughs were clear and bright as morning air.
Did he yet feel the time pale away?
The world devoured my angel,
Unreliable creature! I saw him run, not linger.
Reality is long in coming.
But ask the fevered lips this…
Ask who celebrates our hunger.
Ariel
September 10. 2004
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