why
because we move in a trace of yesterday
love a torture to your heart and me in between
in a bent and unspoken truth spelling your name
in front of mirrors picturing what once was labled
and I ask you, as unshaded moments flicker
in a light of today, why do we dance so close
your lips on the surface of me burning holes
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2008-04-22 at 16:49
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