if you could
if you would
only see
only hear
what I feel
what I mean
when I stare (blankly at your cold visage)
when I bleed (out my veins hung for you)
then you would
know
December 4, 2003
12/04/2003
Posted on 12/05/2003Copyright © 2024 Michele Schottelkorb
What a poem! Stark and full of desire for connection. Brilliant.