Use me, abuse me ... make me part of your soul

Absorb me inside of you ... soak me with pools

Whenever you're here with me, there's no fool

But when it's your abode ... I seem to lose tools



- The qualities which make me so full with spark

Whenever your space is invaded, there's an arc

In the flames which are thrown from me to you

And the fire ignited then burns with a cool blue



So you take your fill of me, then push me out 

It makes me feel so used ... I just want to pout

And, yet ... inside - my heart is still quite so full

But my love is tainted, for there - I'm such a fool



In tomorrows which may or may not come

I will sing those sorrows felt when you shun

And then the tears which've welled up inside

Will fall quietly between curtains pulled tight



And the wonders of our love will be a memory

In a mind over-filled with so much hemming me

Within the walls you've built around our passion

As sun pours in thru windows as you thrash them



Those moments fill me with so much awe

I am immersed in a love without any door

Leading out, and well away from your heart

I know I'm totally lost in the state of your art



And now the realization does come to me

Your life is together, but in a style not free

For much of what you are is measured to be

By yardsticks which state - quite liberally ...



I'm yours on a "borrowed" status

So ... put up with it, or end us ...

And, so ... I then say in reply to thee

Use me, abuse me ... but don't lose me



Christopher W. Thomas

8:08am Wed. Jan. 7th, 98