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pushing pass the brush
here, in the woods of our love
i find you less sham
cynthia m.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
PoemFlesh
Beyond Love ~
At nightfall he crucifies her, both faint-hearted from
fasting. He kisses her on the hollow of her throat, feels
the prayer caught there, reads the psalm with his lips.
In his mind they are already of one flesh, joined, sealed.
Dressed in ivory silk she is the full moon rising on a
quiet ancient night in any holy city. Fourteen candles
are lit. He breathes Latin sonnets on her bare flesh.
And whispers her given name.
Cynthia M.
2006
At nightfall he crucifies her, both faint-hearted from
fasting. He kisses her on the hollow of her throat, feels
the prayer caught there, reads the psalm with his lips.
In his mind they are already of one flesh, joined, sealed.
Dressed in ivory silk she is the full moon rising on a
quiet ancient night in any holy city. Fourteen candles
are lit. He breathes Latin sonnets on her bare flesh.
And whispers her given name.
Cynthia M.
2006
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