Saturday, June 1, 2013

Stuck on you

You want to be like glue
stuck and
warm, creasing my body
removable, but not easily
If I tear at you, it will hurt

It turns out I am plaster
even closer to you
I am imprinted
you can't peel me away 

we are not (thank heavens) like sticky tape 
clingy for a little while
but easily brushed off

I know we don't want to be metaphors
but the truth is
we like to feel stuck
like adverbs
and more than close.

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