You beautiful trap, <br />With your porcelain jaws, <br />And your red-hot tongue <br />Lashing out angrily <br />Into my heart. <br />Does it matter that you never see? <br />Does it matter that you cannot feel? <br />That you’re so far away from yourself, <br />You cry? <br />Yes my little weaver of dreams, <br />Cast your spell and watch it grow. <br />Hold it in your hands, <br />Use it for all you need, and <br />Be sure to throw it away, <br />When you’re through.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-you-re-through/
