Till My Hand Cramps

May 6, 2010

Lace fingers

Pull them through

Round & round

Double loop

Bound forever

Never sever

Turn the tide

Damn this weather

Bat your eyes

Towards the sky

Retrace their steps

Back to mine


No, boy! My wards

Time is little

Pain's a lot

Towards the end

That we forgot

Was sitting



Daring & Discriminating

That we compare

To chocolate and

Peanut Butter

More. Misguided. Lovers