Monday, January 16, 2017

Nineteen Twenty-six

Bite me open and tear my heart
In you I can glimpse a wolf

You play a game you're not aware of
Or are not in the know that I know

I hope to play and stand my ground
But I'll acquiesce if it is you

Fields upon lakes and prairies
To you I'm what but still a child

Your words are sweet, ripe, overflowing
Flutter into the groves of my chest

Your silence like the winter howling
Bite me open and tear my breast


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