when
the salt of the tongue
healing my words of vulgar contempt
for myself.
i want to be good
or well
or both.
show me how
i learn from your eyes
and lips speak beyond words
cascading through time...
I'm slipping on contemplation
unsure what is mine
and when to allow myself
the feelings.
This poem was written by soulspin on Sep 18, 1999.
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