Friday, September 23, 2016

Some. Things. Hurt.

 Excuse me sir 
I let you in my shell 
my pearl was in your hand 
that precious part 
A fragile microphone stand 
that cuts out if you don't know it fully 
if you don't understand 
I wanted to learn your stairs 
avoid the squeaky places 
for my toes to dance without disruption 
for my frame to move about without weight 
without lead 
for my presence to be cloaked 
your body my blanket 
and my light to be full
reunited with its sibling 
with its twin 
its source 
I wanted to be whole again 
I wanted to be important 
a pearl on the neck of someone extraordinary 
in the hands of someone 
like you.....

Written September 23rd 2016

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