Monday, January 31, 2011

Oak


Eyes wide shut,
A head three feet thick.
Body immovable,
Mind inscrutable.
From limb to limb,
Sickness reeks within.

Memories of nights before
Are nothing anymore.
Clothes on the floor,
Such nakedness is hard to ignore.
World, spin no more,
Of this I do implore.

Fires burn my eyes
Yet with such subtle tenderness.
My pain disappears into the air
Like a sweet puff of smoke.

With an utterance I am gone
Regretting each step to the door.
Time is both friend and foe
And this time the coin has come up heads, rather than tails.

Like a leaf in the wind
I am constantly blown about
With nowhere permanent to go.
Maybe some day that will change
And I can just lay there
With nothing more important
Than being there, with you. 

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