Rain blurs mirrors
Rain shatters my thoughts
and the primroses dotting my garden
luring
The crows, ravens, hummingbirds, and nightingales
that all look the same
but not her
Except for her
that girl
Outstretched, unordinary
Stimulating the Autumn mix of leaves
and two week grass clippings
Inside, heart and lungs and mind
they've all stopped working
liver, glands...all have stopped producing
though lively and
pale,
obtuse, and generically flawed
with a drawn word
I'm clean
but I'm high
floating on thin air
My eyes allow me to see that air
and I love to breathe
but I hate to exhale
and admit that i need someone
.that i want her.
That i'm drawn to a carnal pleasure
and.. i'm stuck with
Attraction.
which is more than physical alignment
And the augmentation of love
Attraction is a constant addiction
to longing eyes
and a smile unfurling life.
allure is overated
and flawed.
Copyright 2005 D. Corey Sanderson (Tracer)
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