In confusing touch with tease
And in mistaking play for please,
I found him roll, roll after roll,
As I had lost my self-control.

And like covers, warmth, happiness,
The hum of heat envelops me
While suffocating quietly
The stars and pearls of cold distress.

Before, my sordid tale assessed,
I drowned my woes in self-pity,
But then found the bottle pretty,
And now drown woes in happiness.

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And the days go by, one by one,
Each similar to the next-
The silent woes, the undersexed,
The vivids strangling the pastels,
Inside, outside, go to hell,
The overflowing nothingness
Compensates for staling caress,
Short stubs and long, tingling spine,
Pointed pieces going blind-
Stifling sighs for the already-gone.

Red and hearts and gush and smile,
Raising eyebrows, opening arms,
Pleasant thoughts of past beguile
Us grieving today's alarm.

If you wait,
If you count your blessings,
If your rest on your laurels,
If you depend on time to take the lead,
If you're plagued by ifs,
Organizing your thoughts,
Chewing through your desires,
Like little termites suffocating you, eating away at your soul,
Then don't expect anything big.

You might get lucky.

But don't count on it.