molars clamped before me
undeserving of this way out
I am clenching
what little muscle
has been saved from atrophy
with your mindful hands before me
promise to catch what doesn't fall
say what you won't be undone with
and I will draw a center line
down your cheek
scarred and bursting forth
from what I thought
was meant to be gentle

05/03/2006

Posted on 05/03/2006
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