When it started I was sleeping
Dreaming of being in love and
My hand broke and fell off
No longer able to pen the words
That I have always hid behind
My voice was love’s next casualty
Quivering while trying to say your name
On the phone, in conversation
I couldn’t even speak face to face
A croak, a whisper and it too was no more
The clavicle gave in to my shoulder
Proved useless by the lack of hands
And I rolled to one side and off the bed
Like one who has had a stroke
And with no voice to call for help
I had fallen and couldn’t get up
Imagine my surprise when I discovered
That my feet began rooting to the carpet
A shaggy nude wall to wall fibrousity
Unable to move less my ankles break as well
The cords of muscles knot into disuse
Unconnecting to knobby knees
Til only the torso remains
Everything has a way of going back
To its own origins, unselected de-evolution
The remnants of our love is back to lust
And the only things remaining in the shadow
Are tits and ass
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