Listless - December 10, 2007

Upon my pillow my languid longing

lost in a lackluster exhalation

lies listlessly.

Through my pale vacant eyes,

through the threadbare theatrics

of a tale untold—a tired tapestry

of tribulation—the soft severed silence

stares from the stark silk

stained sighs that float gently

above my ever-faltering resolve.

To quench and quell the quarrel

in my quivering lower lip

and set to ease the words

that tickle and torture the back

of my bleeding

biting tongue.