Your callused hands
Caress my hair
Black as night
Entangling our souls
I leave not
This tempestuous bed
Except to drift
Inside my head
Your words fall
As icicles
From a frozen sky
Shattering my hope,
Piercing my soul,
Your empty words
Of Like and Care
I must siphon you
From my veins
To remove your echo
From my soul
I will no longer accept
Your temperate love
I must let you go
Stifling the caged inside
With a gag of shame
And lay you to rest
In the graveyard of my past
Saturday, November 1, 2008
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