sadness comes like a swollen stream
buried in your bones
well-worn and woven
imbedded in your very soul
like elements scattered in the dust of coal
and those shadows that flash
just behind the bedroom changing screens
they are but pencil sketches
cold in the dark of winter’s night
oh how you come for me
with sugared words and salty skin
for i am tangled in your twisted fire
and in all your barbs and all your wires
they run through me
so soft and so violent
and you are there
just beyond the clouds of white
my every move so simply measured
scaled to the inch and to the mile
your clutching hands growing ever nearer
i can almost feel your touch
and so when you have me
in your dark and dreary ways
will you at least love me?
or will you simply turn
and slowly walk away…
-Jason Cyrus Akhtarekhavari 12/12/13
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