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Date Posted: 12:11:51 04/07/02 Sun
Brinalter
by Cameron.J.Brunton
My nose buried in my work,
As if I were a scholar,
While your feelings lay scattered,
Outside my closed door,
Like some stray puppy,
That has collapsed from lack of attention,
I sit in my study of warmth,
Searching for answers to my feelings,
Feelings of love and affection,
But I am too blind to see,
The way you curl up at my feet,
Waiting for a morsel of emotion to fall,
And when I break from dreaming,
To look for thoughts of inspiration,
In a world of hunters hunting hunters,
Your eyes awaken to my movement,
Like a weary lioness watching,
Her cubs stray from the den,
I eat as you feed me,
I sleep in the bed that you've made,
I work in the time that is yours,
But still you depend on me,
Not to reject what I know nothing of,
So your love at least carries on.
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