Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Linger

I linger in your prescence
A ghost of who you are.
You cannot see me because you allow
The blindness to over come you
Cant I show,
No
Out of the question,
I will hide,
Quick gazes holding my breath
The way my heart secretly quickens
Your touch,
Scent,
Why dont you notice the little severity,
the way the gravity pulls.
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