Smother
I don't need all this attention
Caused by some miscomprehension;
I can feel the anvil pressing down
To smother me like this is.
Such contact lingers cloying,
Out of order, so annoying;
I am being buried underground,
Don't smother me with kisses.
I desire greater space,
Cannot stand it in my face;
Claustrophobia billows in my head
To smother me so sweetly.
Understand I seek reprieve,
Back off slightly, let me breathe;
Or friendship is as good as dead:
Don't smother me completely.
Copyright © Tony Bush | Year Posted 2005
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