Small The Cut

if but i stay
can you not at least try them on
if i could only but see you through them
through my eyes
lips so remarkably livid, again once alive
as likened towards, 'your face
when it glows
your cheeks so full and my head
how it spins
when with you what they do
i do what you do
when you do it
the shock from it
when i rub it
all around
smaller each circle until
you have reason to cry
and weeping off
through them
and cut as you are
it is hard to restring the rose
when i blow on your nose
as i do.

by James McLain

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