Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Bound

Words curl from your lips as
smokey ribbons of nothing.

Binding me to you,
possessing me,
tying me
down

and up


and down.

I fear this moment like no other.
To look at you wholly and unafraid.

That you chance to see me, I could not suffer;

That you do not see me,

I would not

conquer.

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