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Fenestration Such a fool am I To watch you peer into my window And do nothing to stop you, Until you have already grasped the nullity To find your fingers dripping, As the solid core rests gently in your palm. It quivers-and shrinks back-and lurches forward to your touch. The anchor of my soul shattered. Hear the glass twinkle . . . as it falls. See the sunlight catch the razor's edge . . . and blind. Do not halt my hands as they dispatch to reclaim shards that bring forth blood, From my grazed and tethered heart. Such a fool am 1, to think my hand quicker than your eye. Fluid crystals have shackled my limbs at sight To expose the longing . . . and desire for no man to see. Know I let you do this. Didn't I? |
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written 1994
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