Monday, September 5, 2011

Come in, dear. I love you

There's a knocking so welcomed but ignored
Nonchalant yearnings bow to condition; both faint and fervent .

These years spent drifting; a rope around her embrace
Tethered to memories of that warm sun.

When will it break?

Still, you're knocking and I'm broken
Partly unaware of the maker's hands around me
Please, don't relent.

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