precisely because
i can not tame you
or hold you to promises
you'll never keep
for the fumbling from friction
and tension weeping in the night
wondering where you are
incredibly over the constant
terrors you touch me with
a velvet glove over fondness lost
losing with the lies from eyes once true
now gazing on weakness
crushed under your strength
i wonder why i
want you more than before.
douglas brent smith
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