SPREAD. BUT NOT READ<\/p>\n
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I feel like you walk over me, all over me,<\/p>\n
Your gait was long and my expanse vast,<\/p>\n
I lengthened to measure up to you,<\/p>\n
To bear you is what I knew.<\/p>\n
Every step you needed, kneaded me,<\/p>\n
Every step you beaded, pleaded with me.<\/p>\n
I sniffed the passion you wore for me on you,\u00a0I lived on it.<\/p>\n
A long breath that embodied your intensity made me\u00a0gasp,<\/p>\n
Gasps are what I have, while you have me spread out for you.<\/p>\n
You didn\u2019t know that my red was not what you read,<\/p>\n
You never could read me, else it would have freed me,<\/p>\n
You enslaved me; your love did \u2013 it didn\u2019t consume me \u2013 I now wish it had.<\/p>\n
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\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n YOU WERE THERE<\/p>\n <\/p>\n You were there, but I was not,<\/p>\n I was there, and you were gone,<\/p>\n Gone you were, past the love,<\/p>\n Love that left the fields bereft,<\/p>\n Bereft was that pining prime,<\/p>\n Prime that prided in its wonder,<\/p>\n Wonder that lusted a fine another,<\/p>\n Another call for a rose prim and too red,<\/p>\n Red was dainty for the forest she tread,<\/p>\n Tread she will for you lured her to,<\/p>\n To the love that was left to steep deep and brew.<\/p>\n