echo 6
and bugle unheard cries
but the sea that carries the weight of ache
drifts away from its shore
dragged further away than arrival's expectation
and figments of imagined smiles enjoyed
by you and the hims of your daylight
and
fall sharply upon my naked face
chilled by the air of cold cold quiet
as i soak like damp wool
reeking of want
i walk head tilted
cause the eyes of women notice
they can peer through me
and see the lust dripping like tears
i avert out of respect
and head to blog
and stroke to each futile end
and search as instructed
for non-moving, yet difficult legs to endure
just because
you had asked
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