I call your eyes
‘my little oysters’
as if they were each
a world
I could own
I know better
I can own nothing
of you
but it helps me
to pretend
that your eyes
contain everything I need
and that I could
take them in
in one swift swallow
and that then
you would see
what is inside me
insane, insane
I tell myself
but still
I am
so hungry
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August 17th, 2010 at 8:52 am
Love this, Tony. Feeling it.
August 17th, 2010 at 10:52 am
Thanks.