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A Kiss, a Pool

January 27, 2013

A pool of tears in my chest

Collects the kisses I let

Slide through my lips, confirming

What’s been known for some time.

The solace of a steel guitar

And the pluck of taught strings across my innards

By the screaming fiddle

Do something to allay my fears

That this feeling will turn wrong.

The closeness I feel, the draw I am in

Toward danger and serenity suicide

Must somehow be linked, tied inevitably to, part of the web

I’ve weaved

In the absence of rationality

In the presence of emotional intensity

While in the grips of mania, as subdued as it were.

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