infancy

and I walked  to the edge of everything in my infancy
but nothing took me so low as you
digging my grave as I grew into taking what you gave
to think I’ll leave you again in my high ...
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being away from you
is to ask what’s untying you from me
this pestering sting in my heart
every time I remember you ...
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the fear in me is alive & fine
about who will come into your bed after me ...
fear in me is confined
overwhelmed by you putting it to rest
with misleading thoughts
of high hopes pressing my mood ...
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The fear is still here, the glow, the notion ...
you are away in lost miles, not returning ... 
something’s dying & it’s no one around me  
I’m still in my infancy ...
the fear is still here ...
all I need is your touch Elsee...