In the middle of my tomb <br />He appears. <br />I'd banished him... <br />I resurrect from my flooded coffin <br />Hell bent on <br />Forgiving, but- <br />My infant heart shatters as I realize <br />For the hundredth time that- <br /> <br />Like prisms held up to sunlight <br />Tears, too, can play cruel tricks at night. <br /> <br />So, as my heart miscarries <br />For the hundredth time, <br />I stiffen as I remember- <br />My lack of you- <br />Need of you, <br />But even though you're Church Bells <br />Away from me <br />You won't again grant me peace <br />Or pleasure at night- <br /> <br />For I know you're warming up her thighs. <br />Yes... <br />I know you're warming up her thighs.<br /><br />Kyle Hamp<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-skeletonette-in-the-closet/
