Obsession

#Literature

Mon, Nov 24th, 1997 04:00 by Anonymous ARTICLE

The light hits your face;
Show how your square cheekbones
Converge to a point
Where I touch with my finger.

Only barely though, this
Concave globe seals you but
Inches from
Life.

I cannot control how I feel
Cannot help but look past
That shyish smile; the
Sweet inquiring eyes, that
Careless hair.

But you hurt me-you-
You saw nothing past that
Loud, ignorant, fickle-mindedness
For soft -- I only did that for
You.

So now you lie; seeing
Hearing, thinking none
The elegant countours, the
Parted lips-still
Melt my heart,

But,

That blanched face --
It holds no more power
To judge
This ill-fated

Obsession.

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