in your hand is the pearl of my desire
your hand snapped shut tight like a clam
prying does no good, your strength exceeds any imagination
waiting impatiently
searching my mind for distraction
outside of my mind for entertainment
nothing-dead as the desert
limp as a tumbleweed
moving only as it blows in the wind
tasteless as sand
equally as drying
i stare, you snore
i roll my eyes
you clamp down tighter
i can't even take it from you in your sleep
just determined to hold it just inches out of my reach....
aren't you?
2007-03-31
15:15:40
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