my yes is stolen
my yes is stolen by flashes of skin, flesh i shouldn't be looking at, shadows my eyes are in, sneaking looks i can't help but sneaking take. my yes has become stolen merchandise, tonight. i wake up touching you i dream of it i go to bed wanting to breech contract, unspoken bonds broken, whispered agreements denied. i wake up touching you. i dream of it. i have become i suddenly want to be swallowed, i am ready to lose the air and drown in here. where the heat begets misery, begets silence and mystery, where the passion overrides the undermine, overwrites the underlying passages. the secret codes and messages of every look and every voice your every theft of every choice and i believe my yes has been stolen, taken away before questions could ask it. eyes! breasts! curves!... i have become. i have slipped the noose, about my neck, and now i wait, as horses run. Written October 27th, 2001 © on Oct 27 2001 01:10 PM PST 0 • 18 • 8
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"my yes is stolen..."