Wednesday, July 21, 2010

MY Deck

I'm laying out my fortune
as my cards speak to me.
I've worked hard to get to know them,
and that's something you don't see.
I don't know what you're thinking
when you reach over to touch---
I know I've shared a lot,
but this is far too much.

I'm laying out a story,
for a world in my head.
I've worked out all the characters,
now laying the story on my bed.
I don't know what you're thinking
when you try to meet my cast---
I know they look so kind,
but security won't let you past.

I'm laying out an answer
to an inquiry that hurts me so.
I've put all the piece together:
at last, the picture shows.
I don't know what you're thinking
when you insist on touching my cards---
I know you're trying to be gentle
but you're tearing at my heart.

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