I've become
a creature of solitude
attended by silence
an ember
I wallow in alone
until
I remember
Pain and fatigue are not all
this body has felt
and
then
there is the
lingering lifetime slide
of lips across lips
the shadow
of a caress
a stealthy tangle
of hair in hand
exposing
a still
thundering pulse here.
23 January 2012
Well
for years you spat your words
into the well of me
and for the life of me
i have been dredging them up
watering bitter roots
and drinking them down
accustomed to the taste of their poison
always that first sip sweet
as a memory created of
things meant to be
of fate or destiny
but I have become dried up
and tired
a husk of wondering if there's
any me left
at the bottom of that well
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