Steam’s Moments
March.27.08

Steam rolls and envelops me, a womb, a tent, a warmth
Leave me to desire this room boxed in and locked up
Allow me to stand alone in this mist and love it’s heat
To listen and thoughtlessly believe that this moment wont waver
Into the next where I’ll be left with stress and silence and
The cold empty air. I feel fine and everything agrees
Compromises and accepts whatever gallant defeats brought
Here to this world half existing and half imagined