I closed my doors before you could make it in.
Tracing figure eights on my snowy breast.
I held my ground.
My rancorous smile fleeing,
Face drawn, holding.
Holding.
For a moment, to withdraw graciously.
I've beat this back before,
Locked up and shut down for winter.
My brave face -
Ha!
A stalemate.
My sentinels scream warning;
But a siren cannot be ignored.
In the wake of devastation,
I'm pulled toward a new season.
Hesitant and timid. . .
Leave this alone!!
This sweet torture,
Beyond my control.
It's all I can do
To keep the walls
Standing, protecting,
My fearful heart.
* * *
Sweet torture
Gracious spleandour.
I cannot deny this.

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Last Five
treasure - Thursday, Sept. 06, 2006
need - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
where is here - Friday, May. 13, 2005
save me. - Monday, May. 09, 2005
nonsense - Sunday, May. 01, 2005

ALL