I see (you) <br />the same <br />fine-young ghost <br />every night <br />and between us <br />there is no love <br />or hate or even <br />order <br /> <br />no real voice <br />other than one <br />universal calling <br />for something, <br />like a shot in <br />the dark, <br /> <br />we never really <br />say anything <br />but rather fall <br />just to get up <br />like swollen- <br />bloated suns <br /> <br />spitting light <br />at each others <br />dancing shadows <br />breaking up <br /> and down <br />reaching out <br />for as long as <br />life lets us <br />(dream.)<br /><br />Eric Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ll-pour-this-face-on-you/
