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By red heartstrings Date: 2002 Nov 15 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.15.12.41.13958]] |
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You're the first man I have ever known who looks better in person than what my fantasies project, late at night when I conjure your face for some comfort and release. You placed your head in your hands Tuesday night and professed your frustration at life. I beckoned you closer and you followed my call like a child, curling up beside me and reaching out a hand to stroke my hair, resting upon my head for a second before pulling away. I have known you not much longer than a week, and already I want to own you. I crave possession of your heart and mind, and in return I offer myself to your whims and graces. I have bitten my nails to the bone in response to the notion that you will not see me. You withhold your voice and your hands and your heart, citing phrase and verse about commitment and timing. This phase won't last but I'm impulsive and brash, so I consume myself in order to pass the time, and dull the screech. You make a mess of me, and I can't help but smile because of the light in your eyes and those freckles on your nose. |