inverse to the fact of doom
I can't hide more than you make it possible
sitting here in another room
futher than just down the hall
not even interested in the separation
energy pours from under the door
to company you with even the thought
why I'm sitting here in a drawer
occupied in this lagoon by you
in hope they'll be a tide
to pull me again into the blue
close to the stranger I still call mine
addicted to the warmth that drew
my heart to enact this crime
caught in a contract whose sentence I knew
once was all, I took the line
pensive drinking up the senses
kept and wore and carefully folded
labeled and loved and branded with kiss
I have fit into what you have molded
Copyright 2005 abattoir
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