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A pounding through my soul - No! just my heart. |
| I award him master thief, I award him Villainy of Truth. He'll plead guilty for pleasure As his voice tugs my heart-root. Haunting my mind, does he know That salt, swallowed, trails out in rivers? From founts that were ever dry, Over lips that ne'er quivered? My arms hug a breath of air That I try to breathe in but choke; Scratching claws crawl from inside Grinding my ears as they gloat: "Protecting your heart?" They say, "'I'm protecting my heart,'" they mimic First, then shout "You sold your heart! "For cheap words and gaudy gimmicks!" I masquerade myself, Behold! Eyes that hugged flesh and heart that cried blood! Hazel-green circles that smile And dam emotional floods. Rosy cheeks on pale plaster Pretend to dimple in the corners - I use saltwater as glue - Smiling aromatic odours. Perhaps this hurricane is Only a wind tousling hair and dress Blowing nonsense in my ear And if it is... I regress. And my arms hug a whisp of breath. While I wait for his return in hope, My aching heart drums, drums, drums To the clock I learn to cope. |