I'm culling desperation
in this curious conformation
where everything comes back to you
or do I just want you
to come back to me.
I've pinned hopeless hopes
on your fading face
as though mulling you over
in my mind
has brought out the sweetest parts of you.
And now, spiced to perfection,
you are ready to drink -
and I am so thirsty, but
you cannot be poured
into my glass.
~November 30, 2006
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