Friday, September 11, 2009

Three

Three

Prying people pear over

anger flares at the

spoken word

I long for

a communication

that at the same time

as being seemingly

plausable

can also be unlikely

At times my want

threatens to (exploce in

a frenzy) influence

my outward

[usually] reserved behavior

The inability to hold

(the warmth of your thigh)

MY ATTENTION span

Don't rest your eyes on

me (your hands would do

so much better)

I need to put something

(in my mouth)

AWAY

I'm sure there is

something else I

could be doing

(to you for you nearyou)

WITH my time

other than lingering here

(groaping with my mind)

wishing for your

attention. Busy, busy

busy, thank the almighty

there is no

door to close

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