I beg of you not to come again, I am weak for you today.
My restraint will not be enough to hold back the sea of wanting
that will push against my breast the moment you appear.
So I ask you in a silent prayer not to come again today.

I hide myself in sleep,
but you chase me in my dreams.
I run into the storm,
but the rain whispers your name
as it falls among the leaves.
I drown myself in words,
but they all run back to you.

As I retreat, you advance,
drawing me back into the fray,
this painfully sweet battle of love,
where admission is submission and loss.
So I am silent and stoic as I face of you
who is more beautiful than any that came before.
I am determined to win by losing:
you, and another piece of myself.

AcB 10.27.00