Thursday, July 06, 2006

Hymn of Hers

Some words that had been banging around in my skull for awhile finally banged themselves out onto paper.


So cry me foul for wanting this,
For wanting danger in a kiss,
When all that’s wanting is the truth,
My head and heart are full of you.

The heartbeat bears this bleak charade,
Where stolen glances barricade
The dark adultery seeping through,
My head and heart are full of you.

Do you draw back, are you aloof
From fear of my mind’s expose?
Or does my countenance bear proof
Of what my lips dare not betray?
My secret love, my secret lie,
I wish to but cannot deny,
This guilt allows me no excuse,
My head and heart are full of you.

Yeah, so it needs work and it’s no Whitman. At least it’s something.

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