if i jump to your arms, will you yield?
or be like a sculpture - cold hard marble
avert your eye, arms like a shield
verbal and body language garble
and i remain. breathless for your command
but will you give? or want me
to take? i have no spirit to ask nor demand
i wait on, with silent aching plea....
Light. Shadows.Mirrors. Life. Love. Joy. Tears. Food. Coffee. Cigarettes.
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