~ Enough Thinking
By Manicmuze
like permanent marker you stain my fabric, soak through the synthetic into my bloodstream like poison, swimming upstream fertilizing my imagination, causing convulsions of thought I ought not think of this an excavation of soul from a sour deception, something tastes sweet again and my tongue sweats I ought not think I try to balance myself on a silver spoon, and walk quickly in the opposite direction, but magnetism jerks me back and I am attacked by my lack of control I become small, insignificant, in a box like chocolates awaiting a special occasion, not permitted in your diet of fat-free emotion I cannot think of this I approach in slow motion careful not to startle you, for fear you will vanish, disappear in a puff— I will not think of this— but you are already invisible, and yet; I understand your existence, your strong defense, for we are the same sponges soaking up rain, like boomerangs we always come back to ourselves laced with needs I must deny, the caution, the risk I cannot take, for you could bleach me with a blink Written October 30th, 2001 © on Oct 25 2002 03:01 PM PST, Wendy Hammond 0 • 10
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