Example
By narcissa
Wed, 15 Sep 2004
- 770 reads
There might be some point
where I snap -
looking at myself
in the mirror under the pull-down
in the dark.
I hope it will be soon
that I am addressed.
Now, though, I press forefinger
to freezing thumbnail,
keep my silence.
I ache for a conversation,
a nod, even,
smile of recognition.
But you are
so wanted,
not only by me:
I still want you, though,
I want you.
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