Wednesday, July 6, 2011

his beard says he's virile as a drug-fueled race horse...

i would heal you if i could
i will come rushing over to listen
anytime
and i am going to keep it
tamped down

if its human instinct to make
vows and pledges
to the sacred
i choose to deify
those i can taste and touch

without your flavor
i might burn
but i might just stay at peace
at arm's length
learning how to speak while
waiting for moments that never come and
snapping out only the
substantive comments
like catching a fly with poised chopsticks

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