Tuesday, June 17, 2003

The Lacks of I

Will you whisper
softly the
words my ears
have never heard
The spaces between
my fingers
have been waiting
too long,
fill them
with your
hands.
These
lacks of I
seem to sleep
soundly
inside you.
Let me catch
every breath you
breathe,
let me keep
them
for the
times you take
mine away.
Be for me
the silence
I crave.
Be for me
the end
to my longing.
Will you come
to me
will you whisper
softly the
words my life
has lacked.
You are
all
I am not.
-tkg-

I wrote this tonight. Any comments are welcome.
eloquently said by | 1:12 AM |

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