Two-Time

I sit cross-legged before the altars
Of the uncased books pondering...
Searching for the thing that will help
Me to sing before the blues of my eyes
Become jaded. Kiss my inner wrist
To tremor me. Uncross me now before
I become faded and unused.
It can't be what I keep but give to you that
Is the thing worth singing two-time.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-02-08 at 23:43

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