So Much For a Fireside Chat
night.
my legs are falling asleep
the basement floor's chilled
cold air seeps through the concrete
pins and needles.
why everyone called them that
i hadn't been able to grasp
but they were a perfect metaphor
you.
my eyes have glanced
oh so many times before
glowing amber pierces all darkness
me.
my hands are raw
can't you see them?
his ropes keep me bound
us.
glowing amber pierces
but icy blue blends in
our eyes never meet
night.
these meetings we share
make me wonder when
we'll actually grow closer
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