Angels in the next room
needles placed into her skin
and I wait, I wait, I wait,
for something on this afternoon.
With pain dulled down to a
butter-spreading knife
I must gather persuasion and
concentration and motivation
in huge armfuls
from a nearby meadow
just to stay awake.
But she cries out tearful
and brings my eyes wide
and my attention once again
has a chance to sit and wait.
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gonna marry you
gonna marry you
gonna do it
you can't stop me
or do anything
about it
gonna marry you.
Ok, I shouldn't leave comments while tipsy. But I love you. I've missed you all day today, and all the poetry is wonderful and I want to give it a more thorough going over and post better comments. I love you.
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