it is deep
cavernous and cold
against my bones and my soul
rivets against pure gold
quiet longing and quiet despair
crept into skin
as thin as wire
bare-chest and alone
matched two, a pair
left once, burnt twice,
quiet despair
let him in, she begs
pure hope and pure faith ensnared
but he bristles and laughs
burnt rubber, no care
when will the fool learn,
time after time
left to devices
she has yet to unwind
spurn both time and space
find a place to grieve
within herself she will find
affection and trust to retrieve
enter this pit of pure black,
where she smiles from her to you
enter with care
and join the depth too.
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12/30/18
