It has been so long
Since I have held
Such a beautiful woman
In my arms, alas.
I feel as if I am always
Running around with scissors,
Cutting up everything
With blades so dull
They fail to eviscerate anything.
I wish that I could hold you
Tightly, in my arms daily.
Nightly, as I would.
(If I could, as I would.)
I try so very hard not to be caught
Running around with scissors.
Instead, I merely
Eviscerate the world of poetry.

10/22/2006

Posted on 10/23/2006
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