By Christopher Caldwell
You are dangerous
You fascinate, terrify, draw me in.
Barefoot, I chase you through broken-glass wilderness
Blood being better than breadcrumbs.
If I sometimes stumble
If I fall down with weakness and cry
Is that not a tribute?
I want to grab hold of you
Make love to-- no...
I want to fuck you
Until I am weak and wet and trembling
Until I collapse
And then begin again
Until I possess you or burn out trying
Each ardent breath glowing argent in the darkness
Men will crumble for you
Turn themselves inside out, burn to ash
Never to be born again
You can start fires with your sighs
I would throw myself to the conflagration
For a favored glance
Christopher Caldwell is a 21 year old in Los Angeles. For more info go to http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Lofts/9010 or email him at firstname.lastname@example.org