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Self Feeling For Sorry

I am awkward again,

to make my promises

costs me a knock down

my pathetic love upper

cut from consciousness

by an unlucky punch.

To rise from my knees

scrapes the skin away

from a boney boys leg

between sock & shorts

thirty four years grown

still I cannot reach

the top shelf of love

still cannot be cosy

with my private wound.

Only once did someone love

enough to bare the drought

to gobble my arms up & down

there she rested her tortures

on me & brushed my red curls

only once did someone love.

You reminded me how lonely

the crowds have really been

how love gives to lust what

the first morning kiss wants.

After the first love

there is no other love

after the first lust

there is no other lust.

Only once did someone

love me less than living

only once did someone

drink me in the desert

only once did someone

thirst for me like that.

John G.Hall(c)2005/For TR.