Saturday, August 22, 2009


your voice in needles
creeps through my ear
and I find them in my spine
they sit there wedged
and I can't remove them
but they'll never be mine

it seems we've come
in return full circle
though I do not face you
I can place you exactly
but it's like our hands
are made entirely of glue

we've correspondence
guidlines established
as platonic hope's request
but with your every word
I sigh in solomn breath
into friendship's breast

a requite I was once
told if in absence of love
renders the gesture in vain
but as I spoke to you
it might be missing the love
that ends the greatest pain

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