Reservations

daniel on Oct 10th 2009

You’re here to be the ear
that bleeds freely
for free. The eye that reads
me. I’m touched, see?
Touch me. I missed it
doubly muchly.
Anglo-Saxon Dutchy;
drink coffee and tea,
reservedly, no pinky,
no pretense to spoilt
royalty. Such reaching
out and touching
hardly. It’s hard, see?
Skin prison flown coop
birds are gone and these
few lines almost broke me.
Writing “skin prison”… arresting
phrase. Arrest me.
Bars between, lean in and
be the lips that kiss freely
for what we call free.
Eyes that judge and jury
me. I’m touched, as much
as I’ll ever be.

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