abandonment

those of us that fixate
think it is all for us
that you speak to us in silent struts
for what is fixation
but unattended attention
upon the wake of your voice, or staccato imprints from pumped heels

abandonment
do you even utter the word to such distant admirers
arent we that read your pixeled expressions
left carcasas
feeding an endless last meal off your poignant ideas
bound and gagged in a cell would be a mere realization
of what hours of visiting silent images inflicts upon mind
are your taunting questions an invitations to your inventions?

oh how i flow to the dream
hearing distant cackles of laughter
sprinkled with the clicks of heels scattered about a long day
of kept time
of wanting
turning to need
rising up through my navel
reaching through the smallest crack of light
out to for your scent
wishing a lecture
from dismantling eyes
upon my helplessness
furthering its offer
what more suffering can i endure? i whimper
as you feed me larger helpings of monotony

interludes of punishements and strict talk
weave a long day's quilt
your visits punchy and sharp with correction
then long contemplation
alone
as i slip pleas in the form of prose
beneath the door of my cell
hoping the heel's brisk path
finds them and with forward arched back
and hand
lifts them to thine eyes