Wednesday, June 06, 2007

only two of us in the room

I dither, I blather,

oh what the hell is the matter

With me.


My eyes tease my heart

And my lungs are tight

Your weeping skin calls

For my touching kiss tonight.


I’m a shell of selfish shame

It’s pain, it’s hell all the same.

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