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[gresniandjeo]

Many many times
i come down to this
this splinter in my thumb
that seems to twist eternal...
this thing that seems
to have been forever
but only came to wake
during restless nights of winter
And many many times
do i try to pen these thoughts
but they do not bend
or sway to obey
they run away before you can listen
and i wonder what to do
with them when
despite my striving
they remain useless
how I wish I could tell you my fear
if you could taste it
you would forgive it
you are beautiful and I love you
but I am lonely and strange
and I cannot imagine
how you would come to me
as you are
so infititely dear to me
many many times
and on many nights
i have tried to keep
your scent in my breath
awake and never resting
in any case
marveling at the perfection
of every dreamless vision
words are dropping without art
to the pages
they are escaping me rapidly
as they have done
many, many times before
i want so badly to know
your heart and mind
to be safe from the nightmare
tongue unquivering and free
free to speak, kiss
taste and savor
the tears of an unborn joy
a road yet untried
at the side of which you and i could perhaps agree
that we could each allow the one to love the other.