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mystery curtained acute subconscious



dropping cats-tails dipped in wine glasses



watch the ceiling,...with little bumps, with little bumps



transforming



                        right before your very eyes.



cold knees when the door bell rings



i answer the phone immediately- it's not him



playing french tunes on tissue box TV



what will if find if i open the door



and there he stands before me



only to have the key?



                                what does it mean to me?



a question that's been answered previously



but the question alone is addressed to me. Me.



underneath. behind. embedded. incrusted. captured.



like a bird in it's cage, i watch out for his gaze



shutters as he clips my wings, me. unable to fly free.



to remain in his sight- oh that can't be right.



i sit on endeavors, trying to read a book.



to immerse myself to cook. to try and preoccupy, what is rightfully mine,



only to find..- he is still on my mind.



Hidden , i am searching, veiled, i am lurking, only to see



weather or not he sees me. and what could be there?



he condescends i superficially stare.



feeling his touch, wanting the air, and what could compare?



what we might share? if He only were there.



He's only looking to bed, a feeling i dread



heroism does not wed, but what's it to him?



-Forget it, I'm proper and prim, we're both twice are age



could it just be a phase? Do we acknowledge the stage? and  if so how do we engage?



i sure feel the heartache



of that which hasn't yet partake



like hunger and pain



what i've lost i can't gain



not to know is to shame



not to try is to lie



not to question is why



i'm afflicted between cry and sigh



to yen, to scream, what the unstoppable means



though it all occurs in my head



nothing to shed, noting to lose



nothing to ask therefore nothing to refuse



i suppose it must make him feel dually safe



he is protected never rejected, -and i never disgraced



though i've kissed empathetic i wonder if at any point



in time i can look on his face, and



grow to erase all that hasn't arised-



i wish to stop what won't demise



but to reconsider- i'm not sure how he feels



too many sides I'm not sure what to see



only a mirage what i believe



a struggle how i force myself to recede



a side of my own, insists it all be proven, otherwise my cobweb still holds delusion



the spider spins confusion to catch 8 flies



heart ,soul, mind, body, subconscious, spirit, imagination, reality



they're all trapped not knowing they're all about to die



i've retrieved to my dreaming-nightmare web



i'm so reluctant to leave, it's a dream-nightmare,



so how can i believe? all the unheard words aloud said true,



if you've had these feelings, you would tell me, wouldn't you?