~gelu Pectus Pectoris~
What is purpose?
When hoary whispers cascade,
turning sensuality to slush,
and within I freeze.
Each tender touch
cracks support;
cleaves the foundation,
so all I can do is shatter
into slivers of self,
then melt into absence.
Copyright © Colin Marschall | Year Posted 2008
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