She reaches, Uncrontrablly, For my Heart. But this diatribe is Missing now. And unlike you, I can't self-repair Without a set of Instructions. So bold, so feverish, I retreat into a coma Protecting myself from this poison. Not easy and A full time job, girl. So you sat the sunrise Out this round, but I can't agree anymore. _________________________________________ More poetry and photography at www.alexfalls.com