Automatic 3/31/09

This glass is empty. My soul is empty. Salt bearing away all the water. His oceans I long for. To love and this stinging distance. I want him closer. And when the shores have flowed into my mouth. I can only taste the fresh liquid. Though I long for the brackish taste. The blood had drained from my heart and I am searching for someone to fill and spill throughout my veins. But there is only one. A puzzle piece. Perfectly fit into the glowing crack. But your heart is blind. That space is empty. My dirty hands dwell upon it. Ordering the sea to herd you in but I am lost. In finding myself, I found you first. I am restricted. I am broken. And as much as my voice echoes and screams, you will never hear it. Jupiter bring me to shore. Sand is receding and the salt burns my eyes. Equilibrium fails to clear me. I am waiting but I am afraid you will never come. Experience your glow. Feel your everlasting soul. Your feathery touch will never harden. I envy those who drink from your saltbed. I pretend to proceed when I know I want to be them. I just want to be free of knowing not.