you'd wonder, if you read my mind
my thoughts grow thick and well-entwined
and underneath the velvet brush--
a vicious yearning for your touch.
you'll never see, i hide it well
bound, blind, and gagged, its instinct quelled
it's strange for me to comprehend
the ways of my commensal friend
he always tries to force my gaze
rip my fine focus from life's maze
and logic wins, but to a point
until your mind makes mine disjoint
my body language tells you more
than what i've said since or before
i try and hide my heart, it's true
my muscles red and vessels blue
yet maybe for a moment you
glimpse something i, in fact, see too.
Friday, November 13, 2009
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