The hawk dives into the unknown; I can see him vanish for a fleeting moment; Then grasp a hold of and neutralize that subtle uncertainty A whisper; the difference between inadequacy and triumph; Sirens in my ears are your words like alarm bells Would I survive the jump? Left unsaid are things which bring new death. My existence is you. The sun burns black bulging blotches into my bland skin; Fire scorches like lava poured directly on my heart Soot gathers in my lungs and I gasp; I can't speak. I won't. Love is the grip of a lionesses teeth in the neck of a gazelle. As I lay dying our eyes will meet Finally, I visualize what I'll never have. Eugene Finley
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