March 15, 2009
By , ., IA
waters quick path carries a visitor
camouflaging itself in the dense moisture
although I am quite aware of its presence
I gave permission for it
to bring me quiet pleasure
and veiled pain
to drain me of my troubles
and dimly reinstate my fear
it slips and drips
down my throat
drops into a black hole
of seemingly nothing
lovely poison drips into red streams
that caress and line my frame
like black ink infesting
innocent white sheets
a new sense of ease circulates
with in me
I am stimulated
I am repressed
yet reborn again

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