Inside Your Parenthesis
I keep your facial poses under lock
with myself as the only key
so I may live in your parenthesis.
You wished to be a solid color,
but were a pattern of unique luster.
If a creek, you would have swollen,
if a cloud, you would have burst,
yet still, I thirst for you often.
You no longer weave me safe blankets
or shadow battle against my problems.
With constant ache I miss your blossom.
My pain cries for a permanent solving!
I live fondest imagining your punctuation
and often unlock, with a tear to hasten,
your gone phrasing for my joys encasing.
... CayCay Jennings
March 15, 2017
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2017
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