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sleeping dogs

And mostly you turned from me

because the threads of my heart

spun incessantly a web of purity

a longing for unity whose delicate silk

pulled at you constantly up and up

drawing You from you like ghee from milk.

Your heart bled from your head

and your words spilt without consent

the love your waking mind was hell bent

to undermine.

Your criticism became a weapon

to hold yourself captive from connection

holding my beauty at bay with the deception

of separation.

Time and time I reached for you

yet my offer seemed to you a theft,

sleeping dogs that wished to be left

to lie.

Even my poetry became a bore to you

the way it lifted you from your malaise

up and up from your comfy resting place

upon which slumber's hold on you

eventually stole from you

all these precious days and nights

through which I would have loved you

into wondrous heights.

#experimentsinintimacy

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