Monday, June 2, 2008

Long Fingers

Red drops trickle
Onto your bed
A few tears shed
You break into a sweat
On your forehead

Your eyes are closed
You slowly moan
And you groan
Permanently wounding bliss
But you're alone!

Realization hits you
Your mind does a swirl
And a twirl
You lost it to yourself!
Those are long fingers, girl


1st June '08

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