Tuesday, December 14, 2010

The Break

Pain a ferocious adversary

ever so familiar with my

flesh,

like a vivacious lover

it returns to me with amorous

intent and a sneer,

taunting me for an infatuation

I couldn’t believe,

punishing me for an intrusion


I welcomed with amber

glare and shredded breath

giving up all pretense

of not needing his stare,

more than needing control

over myself,

eager to believe that

“this time it was truly different”

that the poison that lay beyond

sleep would never return,

that my love,

a tired critic,

would not have to return

to my frigid fingertips,

forever perched upon

uncertainty.

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