ask me to take to them with fist and foot
or subdue my beliefs for the greater good
ask me to love with skin or sinew
but don’t leave me to figure out grief on my own
i have no comfort in these dragging days
their moments become like gnawing pains
chewing morsels of youth and wonder
the haze of presence and the crack of thunder
there’s ringing where once existed music
fog and amnesia reconcile so well
a muffle of voices pretending to converse
through one another, hoping to hear the echo of themselves
and you, you’re like a woman that teases,
shows her ankles in a society clad with veils
the Achilles of men who long for an embrace
even if it is the death clutch of a gaze
W.E.
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