If you inexplicably
Were to saunter through my door
Grip my shoulder, tug
Me off this pitiful pedestal
And take me, just once
In your arms, once
In your heat and heartbeat
Only once
I feel certain my soul
Would at last untangle
Its ragged and bloody strips from
The thorned, barbed wire of
Slow-passing years
And limp away down the path at last
Broken, but content
Knowing how to mend
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