The Torment of Lebbie

Wouldn’t you love it if I gave myself, all five sense and soul

To your sense of selfish whim, till your tongue can dance

Much more? So it rouses my awe and leaves me as, the

One who will play your world from start where it should entice, 

And keep the suspense. But, when I break the wall and share

What I hide from your world, will you see fit to indulge my 

Voice, will you flirt with my memories and give a thumb up when

Necessary? Will you sympathize if I fall for a shoulder or quick

Night? Will you allow I speak my heart? Will you listen while I 

Grieve, and peeve at my own blistering plights and laughs and

Ego? I doubt, that you won’t wait for my line to end, you would 

Help me begin a stanza from where your words last ended, and 

Endure as you quest my soul to drink in your verse as covenant;

To hail it as the right form, as the best page of an epic on a scale,

 Too grand to emulate by a mortal as such as I.

You would enjoy it and I would hold a monologue In my head;

Calming my aching, soothing the broken, being my own

Mother and lover 

because I merely register as a listener.



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