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[whingen_pommie]

April 5, 2010

Frustration

I did a sketch -
the other day;
couldn’t get your features
down on paper.
The upward curl of your mouth,
much too boyish
under my unsteady hand.

The song
you played with the sheets
crumpled between us
was wordless
but I know the lyrics.
If you share them with me,
will it be alright to sing?

This pain sewn between my ribs,
dangling haphazardly
inside of me -
touch it away, please
call my lady once more.
But this time make me yours,
and I will be.

I need rescue from
this limbo-place
between rapture and the dark.
I draw you as a child,
thus I am one myself.
Despite my protests -
I bang on soundless walls.