You
(written 10/15/97 AM)

I gave you the gift,
no one else could bring.
I let you in,
I've shown you me.

I don't know,
how or why,
it happened
I trust in you.

Something inside,
siad it was okay,
to let you have a key,
an open door, to see me.

Instead of this husk,
everybody else can see.

You gave me a little of that dish,
the dish of which I am already sick.
You spat on me, then sugared it down.
A dilectable wound you left for me to lick away.

If you knew or not,
it now matters not.
You poked it in my one weak spot.
guilt you pourd upon me,
covering it with a touch of care.
You sealed it in tight.

You Again

You stuck the blade in right in
a wound that that might never close
then you sugared it with a little care
All of it just like mommy did
Oh so long ago.
But I didn't do wrong.

You felt me bad
you felt me good
and it made me mad
as well it should?

I didn't heed the request
request that felt like command

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Joshua S. Bell
icbod@spy.net