I'm not giving you
I'm letting you go.
And I'm trying to
explain the difference,
and once again,
I'm getting nothing
I'm trying not
to leave you with claw marks,
but you're mauled, and
my hair is messed like I've been in a bar brawl,
so, I guess the secret's out,
no good at
shining an alarm in all its yellow. The sound of bells surrounds, goad that it's time,
and I'm stuck inside.
that first kiss,
I gave you my fear, abandoned
Did you hear me sigh that night,
in that place, where all was sacred? We
hiked on into evening, leaving heat of day, gleaning as we
from the darker, browner
had marked out simple notions. The willow
weeds mourned our descent, and so
by the memory and the potion of that earliest taste. I would not
trace of pearl-
like found promise on your tongue.
Take away the
thrill, the favor and the savor but not
the choice, and
I'm sorry now, wading
in the wide wait well of
sacrifice. Penetrated by the prize, full
ripened in pursuit, so
this pull away like the forced crawl of the
cherished thing now clipped of wings and wasting.
Scared, I bring an offering - an
account of all
I'm not. Hold it tight,
racing. Have me when I'm grown.
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