twenty minutes :: prev :: next :: Soon Gravity will play it's part This strange and accursed magnet Will pull me up Out Away from you To a day filled with tedium Watching your dot Orange Green So far away from you And so it goes Five of seven I will never understand it It is so contrary to nature An artificial construct Of the modern world That violates the created order And sucks away my life In a third I'll be gone Then you'll have two more Unmolested In the warmth and darkness I've spent all night Unselfishly Resisting your magnetism Your beauty It rivals all creation! I know that touch isn't nourishment for you as it is for me Instead it's disturbing annoying You shake Like a horse swatting a fly with its tail I'm not seeking a five course meal Only a crust of bread Not an extravagant red wine Only a sip of water Can't I bend Contour Embrace Wrap Breathe you in Just for a breath, or two Would you give me Such a small morsel To strengthen my resolve To once again Watch the sun cross the sky Without you © 2012 (19 april) john r. chase
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