Wednesday, February 9, 2011

What A Man Can't Say

If you could feel my longing,
would you leave,
heels turning on a dime?

If you could feel my longing,
would you distort your face,
a cruel mix of disgust and fear?

If you could feel my longing,
would your anger explode,
maiming shrapnel piercing skin?

Or would you share it like communion wine,
cup after merciful cup,
lapping up the bitter dregs?

If you could feel my longing,
would you stay?
Would you hold me tonight?

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