Petites Pensées

I wish I could erase your body’s imprint from this virginal bed

Not hear the siren sound of your voice in words you never said

I can make my heart to still, wall it up against what was

Put up boundaries round my mind, make it impervious

But your image still speaks to my body, finds the target every time

Calls to me from a distant photo, In the dialect of my kind

~ kei
15 October 2013


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