Monday, March 7, 2011

i am.

it's me, the eel again.
i keep reoccuring.
can't you see?
i think it's meant to be,
you & me.
i could crawl onto your
thigh and make it my home
i shock and tingle but i'm
real unlike the many of others.

i sigh, "it figures."
the only forevers in my life
are the figures.
they dominate my thoughts
and urge, plead.
they are ruthless,
yet i baby them with a relocation
far from my heart but still nestled in my skin.

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