Postcard Blues - Michael Timmins
    Especially with my head pounding

    and lying helpless in my bed
    I long for you and your expert hands
    To ease this white heat from my head

    And you would boast that you knew
    All the pressure points inside
    And you could just as easily kill me
    Beneath the desire that I hide

    But as your patient I knew
    That your healing powers had grown
    From a sore that's far far deeper
    Than this heart where the pain was born

    With my head again clear
    I think of words to send to you
    To coax you back to my side
    But always leave out "I love you"

    And then through my front door
    A picture of a faraway land
    And to with love on the back
    And once again I reach for my pen


    Marco Giunco
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