Friday, February 25, 2011

Like a frame,
it held me.
I stood there.

Menacing gracefully,
it bit me.
I bore the kiss.

Conscious cuts,
it carved me.
I remained still.

Pattern over pattern,
it caressed my skin,
i indulged.

Aghast, a new me.
No convention,
a conversion,
unbalanced equation.

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