Guilt embraces like metal thorns
Surmised sin fraught and deeply worn
Let tears through guardian lashes
An end of blood-hot to ashes
Over-indulging reveries
And wicked one-way fantasies
Turbid smoke permeates my wounds
The color of anemic moons
A stifling cue of creeping fire
I wince against the taut barbed-wire
Graceful love like healing fingers
Massaging soul touch that lingers
Allow joy to draw through ripe veins
A splendid finish line remains
Conjure good and visualize
Healthy daydreams to realize
Intimate tact beating my heart
Tangible strokes creates raw art
Grazing palpus reminds the brain
I hug notions of passing pain
11/4/10
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