Sanguine

Found Poem October 13th, 2012 "The Night Listener" Page 3

I'm like a story.
A less than Jewelled story where love and blood attend the splendor,
perched atop middle-managed time

I told that story by heart

You gave me a heavy stare I learned to decipher:
You are the essence of the story,
in fact, I believe most stories cry out for that to be possible

I owe much to the unscripted intrigues of everyday life

But, I want you to believe
I was more myself than ever,
and I was raw with the realization of it.