Sunday, May 07, 2006

Don't Touch That

I still practice
secret naughtiness
grown out of my main root
from the floor of time.
I keep it in a vault
as deep, dark,
private as the womb.

But you will find my hideout
when you dissect my life
and strip open my concealments.
I will notice your discovery with
an embarrassment that transcends dying.


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