By Liz Date: 2003 Aug 14 Comment on this Work [[2003.08.14.09.24.1258]] |
You fall over me in smothering folds a woolly, scratchy blanket of paranoia and rage. You wrap tight around me in the pretense of protection and preservation of a love you won't allow the room to blossom and grown. No cooling mist of kisses no rays of elevating love can reach me through the suffocating heat and humidity of being wrapped and trapped in your insecurity blanket. |