undernourished, but one     could never tell-

I hide it well under    my thick skin

when the truth is     sometimes the slightest hint

of your warm breath    filled salty whispers

blown with precision      toward all my vulnerable spots

or anywhere inbetween    could bring me to my knees

where I know you would        guide me

to take root as I fumble     to please

and when I realize it      has been

so long since I've       tangled my life up

in this kind of           dysfunctional dependence

that I know longer     recognize its potential

to bury me until I      see that no amount

of your sweat      or my tears

could make         me wilt any less

than I        am right now

02/13/2006

Posted on 02/13/2006
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