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my eyes are closed-

i have not the strength to see-

you have possessed my weak will

to survive. i am a servant

tonight and you are driving

thoughts in and out

of my fragile mind. nothing so powerful

has controlled me before- you bite

like.a mosquito, sapping every drop

of life from my innocent body

and tell me to be still and silent.                                      IV. Of

do you fear that i am lying                                              no
                                                                         iwill not
underneath your heart, that i will cry                                   speak tomorrow
                                                                         or ever
and brush your fantasies away?                                           of tonight
                                                                         my word refined
yIeoauvl.hnagvneocthlainimgneedssmteo  at this  hinouthre'  hazy  dawn,  is pure
                                        usher
                                                                         V. Kindness
you steal my midnights
                                                                         My back gingerly pressed against your own,
for your own, chaining them in silvery                                   my breathing matches yours each now and then,
                                                                         awaking now together, but alone,
lust, drowning me in the dead sea                                        I'm wishing you would speak my name again.
                                                                         Instead, you smile, turn, and face the wall,
of feathers and the lingering air of you ...                             so gentle, like an infant in your sleep.
                                                                         I should have known an innocence would fall
                                                                         upon the floor last night, lay prone, and weep.
                                                                         But- I can not ask for any other
                                                                         recognition much beyond a smile-
                                                                         I'm just a friend. I don't compare to her,
                                                                         the one you seek. I watch you for a while,
                                                                         unsure of which of us is more the child.
                                                                         (I could have saved you- if I were allowed,)

                                                                         Epilogue

                                                                         you possess
                                                                         five watches and two
                                                                         clocks
                                                                         and none of them keep time-

                                                                                  Courtney Risch
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