The Problem I

You  bulge out of your
Photograph no matter
How  hard I try to
Push you flat
You  will not fit the frame
Your  pulse is too strong
Too  much life flames
From  skin and eyes, you
Race with colour outward
Fast and loose
You  shout at me, you move
And  all I can do ^/
Is sit and stare
At  you, wondering
How  I make you die
How  I make you lie
Cold and still, one-dimensional
How  do I freeze that smile
And  with the chill
Touch  of a silver square
Make  my  hands numb
And  my  heart not care.
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