Demands

Demands

By: M. MacMinn

I'd chosen to run
just as far as I could
to block out or muffle
each attempt at words

to protect and comfort
only myself
while carrying the torch
seasoned in help

I've held it so long
it's burning my hands
scorching my breath
and clouding my plans

A soul left forgotten
lying in bed
passing back and forth
lost in my head

I listen, intently
at attention I stand
in fear and silence
I'll bend on demand

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Silent Pictures

Silent Pictures

By: M. MacMinn


Silent pictures
we sneak, we watch, we draw
Your victim doesn't know they are a picture
your picture
As you are unaware that you are words

Sleek and smooth
observant and unknowing
take off

Now we fly

Your eyes are quicker than my own
For mine linger and watch
Resting behind you
I wonder if you feel these looks

We are flying


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