Aug 19, 2007 05:56
like fingers
encircling my neck,
you once surrounded me;
cold,
clammy,
yet soothing...
soothing?
a masochistic display:
i knelt before you;
bound,
broken,
yet unafraid.
where were my tears?
deliberately,
i laid ardor
beneath
your feet
and i clapped
as you danced...
why the menacing eyes?
awakening
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