There, where the darkness takes us <br />to fill a void unseen <br />longing, saying where have you been? <br />It shall never mistake us <br />because, in the moment, we are there, <br />and it never stood a chance <br />'til 'there' lost its pair. <br /> <br />Where does this magic reside <br />while the placeholder lies therein? <br />All the magic once inside <br />now manifest of bodies within <br />Deep, it slowly takes its toll <br />changed, not in form but simply function <br />upon its vessle unconsoled. <br /> <br />A certain sanctity had been created <br />in its own right to be debated <br />that one should not say words untrue <br />or shame the other if too far the one flew. <br /> <br />Teeming with passion, the moment knew <br />it was created there with the words as clues <br />a confirmation of conflagration <br />before as nothing but now found anew <br />Senses afire while hitched on desire, <br />desire held back by but a wire. <br /> <br />That bed's been barren there <br />since one became two <br />'Nothing' has its welfare <br />'til there's me and you. <br /> <br />(6/14/06)<br /><br />Sean Furlong<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/barren-space/
