Sister says she wants to read me.
Sister says she wants to know.
Sister wants to believe me,
and I must make it so.
I cannot give her a piece of me.
This would be a death you see.
A given token of blood and gore.
I am not a tool to dig with,
to find hidden metaphor.
Collapse upon me broken sea,
Wash and deliver the mystery,
Bring it warm and still aglow,
to the hands of my sister,
a gift to sow.
Reap me now before the tide draws back
Twisted fins and souls bare in lack
Begging time,
begging a release from woe
Into the moons fading, forever glorious glow.
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5 comments:
Can you come over and say stuff like this to me until I fall asleep? Not that it's boring ~ it's just so much better than almost anything.
I agree with bimbo.
blood brother-you are adorable but need I state the obvious?
Desmerelda-ditto back
I still have a bracelet for you.
You rock, woman.
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