come for
me,
don’t comfort
please,
while on both
knees
it’s best i
learn
to rely on
me–
for deep
relief,
to balm
this inner burn,
it means so
much
you wish to
please,
to quench my
thirst–
but
help me
turn to me first?
Author: grumpygorman
relief in
an embrace-
not mine,
now craving
space-
not found..
face to
face.
got up to
pee..
and banged
my knee,
let out
a squeal..
then kicked
at air-
so glad no one
was there.
toes in the
puddle
wiggling a
little,
to watch waters
wave
goodbye to drab
days.
dimness fades
after the
bleed-
and sky appears
relieved
now lighter and
less dour,
yet aware of its
dark powers.
from thinner
side of
door-
hearing voices
as real as
yours,
fear i feel them
more than
any
wanton
kiss,
ears to the
floor.
know where i
was born–
and how i’m
blessed-
even when i
forget
there’s a reason
for such
ache-
best to feel it
than deny
for happy’s
sake.
despite forecast
rain..
clouds stay in
their lane,
holding loads
for lesser
days-
to coat our
panes
in see through
paint.
eyes behind the
cloud-
yours
or mine?
a crowd between
two lovers..
trying to find
each other
in different
lines–
while they have
time.
sweat drips down
stiff upper
lip,
till salt licks my
tongue
heat won’t
quit,
but i shan’t
admit,
it’s no loner
fun..
in
the sun.
hands in the garden 
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