Monday, July 25, 2011

Bedside Manner...

She sits with her legs crossed

Regal, Elegant

Doll like porcelain

Near the bedside table; watching.

As I lay broken shackled to the bed.

Bound, Gagged, and Hobbled.

I love her.
and can't tell her so.

with every beat my heart bleeds solely for her
and can't let her know

we are close together
and still far apart

I can't feel a thing
Only the pain in my heart

yearning for any way to show my affection

maybe someday I'll chew through this verbal contraception

my addiction so near:
My obsession; desire

while the pain surges deeper
the more I admire

A single tear begins to fall
as she floats across the floor

and my heart cools to stone
as she slips through the door

When she returns
things will seem as before
the mystical dream the we shared
shall be nevermore.

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