Saturday, November 17, 2012
Wrapped in Silk
In this web of yours you keep me around,
lifeless, handy for a whim.
I cannot move, I cannot do the
things I must if you are to be satisfied,
yet too insecure are you to release me.
And so here I exist,
less than you insist,
unable to resist,
You seem surprised when this corpse does not dance;
I wonder how many corpses do.
Look into my eyes--
what do you see as you suck the life from me.
What do you want, what do you expect--
you have taken away my energy.
I begin to understand;
you are not in it for us,
you are in it for you,
and I am too weakened to resist you.
Posted by Sugar Loaf Press at 1:33 PM