Friday, September 3, 2010

Forever Yours

Twirling fingers laced into your shoes
Fold around me like licorice
Whipping me like heavy cream
Around and round we go.

Forgive me my impatience
For I shall be forever yours
But its burden feels like concrete
Heavy on my soul.

The wind swirls like fingertips
Against my skin and through my toes
And freedom rears its ugly head
My mistaken muse unfolds.

Cut the baby straight in half
My arms cannot spread wider
Each direction wrong
Nowhere to fall.

Twirling fingers laced in gold
Fold around me like chains
Whipping me like battered horses
Around and round they go.

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