Saturday, July 9, 2011

bodies in disguise

clinging to the stem of my neck and the
            tender, soft walls
                        of my mind, you’re a body in disguise,
                                    and I want to tear the…
                                                shadows to flesh, watch your clothes
                                                            fall to the floor
                                                                        are you now as I remember you were?
                                                            Still following,
                                                the same scent
                                    of your thoughts,
                        trailing around…
            like a leashed dog
biting the heels of its loyal master
                                                                                                for want of freedom. 

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