Sensitivity:it makes sense

August 25, 2016


the sandpapered soul,

the hair-trigger heart,

the psyche stretched

skin tight to resound

the slightest tap,

the alarm full wound…


twas every twitch of country rabbit

from long ago a life long habit

I cannot read your mind

but your soul is here on mine divined

and mirror matched

for mine was snatched

and grabbed and teased

and pounded, plundered

rubbed and then upon quite spat

and left, so leaving after that

evermore tis finely set

to feel the dry the damp the wet

the change away

barometer of your fine day,

it has no dial no switch to throw

so ever reading on I go.

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