soul bend over backwards
to get a good look at the ass
i always seem to become
thoughts littered with you
while hands remain empty and itchy
is it allergies or bad karma
lips spring open
only to clamp shut
when interrupted
no answers pop up
in the speech bubble
above my head
while you draw me in
i am still wordless
and gray
turn too many of my pages
and your fingers turn
black with ink
and disease
please
forgive
me
Author notes
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In a list
A contest entry
- be your own inspiration by silverscent.
450 points, ended October 27, 2008, 22 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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