I want to banish

the warmth of your eyes.

The breathless delight that

ripples across my soul.

Why can't I

purge you

from my system?

I want to bleed

the feeling from me.

Watch it swirl down

in rusty tones.

To leak away,

splatter the floor.

Even if it leaves

me weak, drifting.

To have you removed.

Exorcised;

a stain of a memory.

If only it were

that easy.

If only I really

wanted you gone.

8/3/04