Bitter Silence

Tue, 07/30/2013 - 19:21 -- dmp1094

It is during those periods
Of bitter, bitter silence,
That your memory is as
As my own ambivalent thoughts-
Wallowing in self-pity and hatred

It is during those periods
Of wretched, wretched absence,
That I am a fire-
A fire of rage and denial
Where only the faint
Of your touch
Burns, burns until my flesh
Is searing in all the places your tongue
Once traced patterns of mystery-
Of sticky desire-
Of the urge I condone-
Upon imperfections I do not wish to
Hide from you, 


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