Sunday, July 3, 2011

No Tears on My Pillow (a poem for a change)

Oh GOD, let that tear: clear as infinite, holy, most unutterable, beautiful, virginal light

fall; so painfully slow; down the crevices of my identity, tracing every peak and valley of my contours.

May it mercifully seep into every pore, muscle, sinew, vein, and drop of blood, tear and water within me.

May if feed me there forever.

Remind me...always!

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