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Harlow
Poems
Dec 2012
I write this from that floor
You hugged me, I melted into you, and
Let the old air spill from my lungs like steam from hot coffee as it hits my morning mug.
I took that one, last, long inhale before the fear set in,
And the air caught in my lungs, and panic fogged my eyes.
My knees went weak and I fought to find your anchorous eyes.
"Help me -- Help me" was all my trembling lips could demand,
Like a child drowning in the deep-end.
His hands tightened around my waist, holding nearly all my body weight
As my knees finally gave way and I fell to the floor
Like water slipping through his fingers.
He had no chance of saving me,
And with that, I hit the floor
occasionally this cold floor has a visitor or two, but they never stay around the way you do.
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