Dry

by FTS Miles   Sep 19, 2004


I drip away my last few thoughts
Before Sleep,
Writhing mouth wide, anguished muscles
Screaming whys with clenched lids
As you smiling trace in red burgeoning red
With a finger of purpose,
Nail glyphing upon my heart,
Shock beading sweat upon my chest
Ravaged open after unlocking.
Drop... my smile when you arrived...
Drop... my embrace when you neared...
Drop... my wail when you pierced
And flayed my skin for your justice
And a peek inside,
Leaving me to trickle away alone
To soothe your fantasy.
Shall I think on you no more...?

Dry.

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