driven indifference
the blueing
of his gun-metal stare
cold as you
his touch, equidistant
from your body and mind
stone and mortared walls
define a landscape
otherwise bare
he may be nothing
but he is everything
...to you
Monday, August 25, 2008
tender monster
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i wonder, quite often, how did this happen?
the one made of stone... the one who never lets anyone in... crumbled at Your will. never realizing, until it was too late, that You would captivate and not allow the game that she had mastered with so many others.
no regrets... ever.
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