SNAKE PIT PASSION

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JOURNAL #35

doubt is a cruel mistress

her hands

shackles upon the most earnest of hearts

twisting as I am in my shocked mortification

I've alas come to the conclusion

I can not reach you

your evasive maneuvers

are too random

I parry left

you parry right

then should I pivot right you exit the

stage entirely for days

returning to dance

aloof yet charged

by the very occurrence of your

own return

you know you could make me happy

with such little effort

yet this you again and again deny me

you want my love and desire

without any fair exchange in return

you are both selfish and stoic

curious and cavalier

open yet still closed

a valley full of jagged mountains

who's paths I cannot yet

navigate without some

serious trepidation

for you see I know with you

this is a 'Snake Pit Passion'

where even the venom is so good.....................

(June 29, 2009 328am)














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