I am hearing stories
being softly spoken
in photographic sequence
showing off the wounds
freshly on your face
mirrored in your eyes
there is a depth of pain
in old photographs
where a new one is still
still shows the shadows
of your doubts and needs
overlooking the healing
I am the voyeur
seeing what you want
I toy with withholding
but the voices are loud
telling me to touch you
to give in and let you give
through this you will live
© 3 January 2010
Cynthia Ryder
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