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Biding
You still refuse
to wear dresses
remaining sensible to the last
the lilac in your eyes
waiting its turn to shine
I would push you,
if I knew how
back where you belong
to the mainstream,
where lovers drown
in wonders of their own making
while the world watches,
open mouthed
routines crumbling
to the craziness of alive
I have calculated,
that a person who shrinks
apace with their own scars
emerges eventually
with nothing
on the other side of a broken heart
And so your choices
become courage
coursing in heady blood
or death's empty hand
and her coldest healing touch
to wear dresses
remaining sensible to the last
the lilac in your eyes
waiting its turn to shine
I would push you,
if I knew how
back where you belong
to the mainstream,
where lovers drown
in wonders of their own making
while the world watches,
open mouthed
routines crumbling
to the craziness of alive
I have calculated,
that a person who shrinks
apace with their own scars
emerges eventually
with nothing
on the other side of a broken heart
And so your choices
become courage
coursing in heady blood
or death's empty hand
and her coldest healing touch
Published 8th Apr 2011
| Edited 24th Sep 2014
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8th Apr 2011 3:12pm
Brilliant call to live and risk, or fade in (and to) nothing and the last stanza seals it beautifully. Greatness - but I've learned to expect that from you.
