going away to army is almost an adventure

there are so many 'things to do' and you,
leaving this weak, all slips my mind,
slips my mind up, strips it of reason.
in crowded spaces your silence starts
fires that will save us with sailing ships, lights
a trail of veins that go straight to the heart.
your soft-edged smoky eyes tear
secret treasure from my chest,
they steal me away from breathing sl-
ow
-ly sucking out the last sparks of oxygen, i become
susceptible to anything, readily accepting,
my mind is open and you step right out,
out of my mind. (this will be the last time
i fall back in line.)