Charles Guidry Jr Poet Free verse

So Wrong

So chaotic how we do things… yet it only makes since between us, others think the 
worst while we make the best of every encounter available that no arrangement is 
made but still expected daily due to our profession, I can't remember times of leisure 
without her sweet touch and soft voice calming my intense mental state, agony and 
pain spent alone and no other way imagined couldn't think of putting her through the 
disturbing ideas of me taking excessive measures of physical torture out on her, freeze 
time time I wish it is easier done then said in dreams and they only last as long my 
body can slumber, leaving more marks on my back then marks left in her mind of what 
we've been doing for the past couple hours so intriguing and satisfying she's in the 
most belief that her current physical status is such a lie the only truth is contact 
endured by her lips and mine, I wonder how they see the love but tune in to the turmoil 
exclusively. -poetic

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Mourning Mist May 22, 2011 at 5:40 PM i mean i can fax a stamped thing from my rheumatologist to people i trust verifying this

Mourning Mist May 22, 2011 at 5:40 PM i want to understand more, my doctor told me that I am between a 2-3 with my rheumatoid.easily faxed to people i trust

Mourning Mist May 22, 2011 at 5:38 PM http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/ASA_physical_status_classification_system i want to understand more about this poem, could you tell us what you mean by status of physical, so i can make my decision on this poem and feelings about this piece Charles Guidry Jr May 22, 2011 at 5:41 PM it means i'd never actually hurt her physically