it whispers and whorls

May 15, 2004

it whispers and whorls

beneath the senseless grinning. 

it hints of things of wonder

and wishing oft and quietly. 

but the tongue that could speak

and make real these things

becomes tangled by the

pervasive fear of you. 

and all that is wondered

and wished for remains

a deeply vicious longing. 

and becomes and is

nothing.

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