I am here and very near to you dear,
my peer who has time to rhyme
in this grime while I peek, and seek
to be meek with my gawking and stalking.
You can't see all of ME, so I free
instantly the hate that won't abate
in my state of delusion and confusion,
this illusion of us together, bird and feather.
How you tease and then please what I freeze
in memories as I dream of a theme
that you seem to not need as I bleed
for this seed you don't care to share.
Don't ignore me! Can't you see that to be
truly free you must sink to the brink
of the stink that is mine to define
as a sign of my love from above?
Copyright © Curt Mongold | Year Posted 2008
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