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as with the tunnel of your fingers

through my hair

my thoughts have become yours to comb

haphazardly yet dutifully all a tumble

I am crossed brow

and vexed poem

with you my clever weaver

I gasp for but your breath

not my own

you are temptation's art

upon my wall of sensuous stone

while I am but a petal

atop a pile of roses

scattered  curiously crushed and thrown

he loves me

he loves me not

he wants me

he never loved me at all

a beautiful pity

pounds my stomach

and makes my heart whimper at its very own woe

desire paints her trail of wantonness

all over my vanquished love

my heart has been scrubbed raw..............

(written March 29,2007 145am)