Accept me
As you will
For the fact
I cannot
Kiss you

Refusing
To relinquish
This white
And broken
Face

Without
That loving gaze
Which time
Has kept
Despondent

Where eyelids
Sagging gently
And mouth
Curved slightly
Down

Evokes
That empty stare
Of a tried
Yet broken
Figure

Cracked
Across its forehead
From years
Of sheer
Misuse,

Delicate
Though I wait
For the hands
Which seem
To cherish

And cradle
This lifeless body
To imbue me
With some
Soul

Despite
What questions
Sit
In a silence
Holding secrets

As the damage
Bearing answers
Is a closed
And static
Dream

When one day
I may speak
From the warmth
You long
To give me

And build
Our tiny model
With tables
Wood
And real –

Chairs
Made for
My joints
Immobile
But resilient

Reaching
As they suffer
To enjoy
Such hollow
Toys

Pretending
This small world
Will hold me
Whole
Yet fragile

Glued
Much like
My smile
And pain
You cannot mend.

– J. Pigno