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Foxglove

by Richard Vince

Under the ever pouring rain
That lashes at my window
You are the vibrant velour beach towel
That I lay upon earlier
When the Sun shone.

You lie there,
Becoming heavy with water
While I curl up in bed.

Clouds fly past above you
While you search in vain for the stars.

You're everywhere...
Wherever I turn,
You're already in front of me,
And I can't keep my eyes
Away from you,
Though it burns you
And makes you feel haunted.

But fair's fair...
You make me feel the same.

It's like a trap,
Closing slowly around me,
And I cannot resist
The nectar that is you.

Please forgive me...
I'll try and fly away
Before the claws pierce my skin
And you infiltrate my blood,
Even though I cannot see
For the torrential downpour.

10/01/2001

Posted on 10/02/2001
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince

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