Friday, December 26, 2014

Dough

I wish I had pulled myself
Away
From
Your 
Warm,
Naked
Chest

Long enough to realize 
Stepping back
To get the
Bigger picture 
Is 
Not 
Retreating.

Up close your skin
Glistened beneath
The twinkle lit domes 
Draped over my
Bed posts.

From far away,
You were a man
With
No eyes 
And no 
Heart

At all.

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