It strikes at me
that light
as I travel
as I work
Contours
that maintain
integrities
that I've
beheld
since I was
a kid in love
with someone
who did
who wouldn't
who couldn't
love me
No one ever knew
Really, no one ever knew
of why we know
the things
we know
No more
Please no more
the kid
that prevails
the heart
that never
let go
from a shell
closed and
never spelled
the words
of a lover's
smell
Wednesday, June 29, 2005
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2 comments:
no more what
no more
please no more
being tortured
by a woman
whom I will
never have
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