Friday, December 12, 2008

state of being

all but taken up
fringe hangs
from my face

I have dog-eared
marred
stones
dropping
sending
out
waves

my book
is left
open
my pages
torn

I want
you to
read me
retrieve
me

write your
dedication
on my
sheets

wear
the words
in your
ears

and
heart
and
beat
me
beat
me
until
I submit

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