Nothing that needs speaking

topic posted Thu, January 19, 2006 - 10:28 PM by  Ungtartog
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It's cramping me, Gentle lady men...
I was built for speed and made afire
Yet neither trance or puppets
gave me the grace I desire

I lent you my trove
And coming back it often empties
Spilling sad lanes
Swerving to avoid the deaths that
burble out the mouth of canyons

I tremble in the steam,
Brow gleaming and wet
I know there is much more to learn
Now that I see the features on the face I've met

I'm mending now, mending and stronger
I married a surgeon,
A hammer hearted woman
Fierce and strong willed

She pummels me nightly
In only the ways I need
Sometimes it bruises
Only I can love her as I do

Soft touches, lest I wake her.
Gentle, now and quiet.
This hammer has a head of steel,
but the shaft is spun of crystal
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