Slipping
It’s only natural that you should
cling to me, to us, to what we were
or what we had, the stuff that’s gone.
I can feel that old desire stir, a
long-sleeping tiger, awakened,
I’m stretching out after hibernation.
My heart is fully encompassed,
given away, held under lock and key,
by the one who picked me up,
pieced me back together, made me
whole again, the one I love so fiercely.
I cannot give it to you. This union
can never be, my once love,
down tiger, down. I slip into fantasy,
wander lost through the real world,
so confused. Can’t you see,
I’m slipping?
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