Sewing
She will not have you.She wants to...
You with the wry smile and
Your knowing look
She knows you see her...
She knows it would be simple
To have you and how
You would ease her so.
Yet she cannot take you.
She stares at the thought of
You smoothing her bareness
Knowing you will never be there.
She knows at night alone in her room
Her hands will unbidden pick up
The needle and sew her sleeves and pockets closed.
Hoping against hope she is granted peace
For the price of a piece of thread.
Poetry by limber junctionson
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Written on 2008-09-24 at 00:26
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