TheFeatheredSleep – Desire undimmed
If you let me, if I’d let myself
I’d mention you in every mouthful
Once, at 15, my father said; Stop talking about that girl, I think you’re obsessed!
I was, without yet acknowledging how deeply these things can go
Forget an arrow, your harnessing of me is a tattoo as inked as the one I already have
If you were a sadist you’d say; Good. Now crawl to me
I suspect I would.
Absence is a devour and every hour a little harder
It’s a tortured song locked inside my chest
Awaiting your key.
You, you, you, the bird who flies without feather
You, you, you, the permanent loan against my sanity.
In restless chamber of night, I wake feverish, imagining
Your cruel hands on me, the cull of my longing to lie
Beside you, above you, beneath you, inside you.
The funny thing is, you don’t try, you…
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