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a misappropriation

of emotions

my heart

this tight stick in

my chest

bleeds swift and cold

and much neglect

in its wake it leaves

a stainless reminder though

that no love is entirely grand

bu on the fringe of this......

this grappling darkness within

hope aims her arrow  at supreme

there's a lark in my song

so how is it that I can not seem

to sing

a robbing of sound howls in me long

a fear not of these words

but of what they could mean

life emulates love

but in its own warped way

a twisted image

to she who wants

it can spitefully bring

I'm certain now of his love

shaken by the depth of his gentle

heart

captured in the sweet hot web of

his want

but the cloak of my former

experiences

in low moments

douses my joy

and I must fight to shed

the past

from mine future's eyes

I need to see him unadorned

without all these images

that have built up in my head

but his form in its unscattered

truth

and through all this fog that I

crawl

my heart is warmly embraced

my the gentle wonder of his

incredible soul

(Jan 15,2001 530am)