Thursday, August 9, 2012

Vincent

If it demanded an ear
To whisper the name
I'd cut it off

If it took a finger
To point where to find
I'd cut it off

If a thumb was required
To be noticed  in a meaningful way
I'd cut it off

If the price was a tongue
To spend a little time laughing and talking
I'd cut it out

If a leg was the sacrifice
To spend the perfect day walking around
I'd cut it off

If it requested a hand
To touch and to hold
I'd cut it off

If the cost was an eye
To wake up to that perfect smile
I'd cut it out

Enough pieces left that I could manage
Still with an ear to hear
Still with a hand to touch
Still with a leg to walk
Still with an eye to see
Still with a heart to swell in ecstasy
Still with nerves to crackle and spark in anticipation
Still with a cock for obvious reasons

As long as at the end,
I knew how and where to find it
As long as at the end
I knew it would be mine
For without this one thing
The whole oft feels pointless

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