Hold Me Hard

Angels who walk me past,

and show the sights,

but never ask.

Don’t let this pass –

this trail of hot

blooded cries.

I will tell and let you know –

just how it feels.

Even sliding and hurting

upside down, I’ll beg

the prayer for

slow me down.

Giggle angels

at my malady

and hold the

trip wires taut.

Some perverted and

few line up and cough, cough, cough –

eat the scrapes.

Hold me hard

dear flutter flies.

Just hold me.

2012 Barry Comer

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About Barry Comer

I volunteer as a design and communications consultant with Family Scholar House in Louisville, Kentucky, http://www.familyscholarhouse.org the Democratic Socialists of America http://www.dsausa.org and teach children with emotional and developmental disabilities. I have degrees in art and was an art director for 30 years.
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