Tuesday, May 08, 2007

SS1, or DF

My insides thrum like a cello string
I backslide as far as I can stand
Silently fingertips move my ring
And respond to my softest demand

Come hindered light, meet me in my bed
Sanity, brief agony, & care
Old gods watching our movements compare
Desp'rate questions with answers unsaid

Your slow rushing push found me open
Keep an ear for my trembling hum
We're sick, and you're sick and we're hoping -
That some comfort, perversely will come

As long as we remain unsettled
My darling, this rose will bear petals


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