And I Scream

by Jim Kopetz

Your fingers,
on my lips.

So subtle,
as you touch.
And you tear,
my insides.

So I see.
And I scream,
as you teach me.

So you see?
How my mind works?
All the agony,
and the sorrow.

Makes me sing;
into this anguish.
How I scream,
then it's over.

And I scream.
And I scream.
Til it's over.