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Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Stockholm syndrome

We stifle each other with
I care for yous
in a confessional booth

I adorn her neck with fingers interlocked
a chain of caresses choking out her sigh of pleasure
She handcuffs our hearts together
flushes the key down the toilet
and we smile

We seek comfort behind bars and locked doors

We are the miserable prisoner
dreaming of maximum security
and the watchful guard
threatening solitary confinement

We wear our shackles proud
We cannot stand to be alone

We drop anchor in the shallows
and long for the deep sea
We drop anchor in the shallows
and wonder why we flounder by the shore
We drop anchor in the shallows
and wish for the horizon to swallow us whole


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