Wednesday, April 28, 2010

Upon the finding of what was lost

"You speak
A hardened pane
As tough as a sideboard
Nailed to the fence.

You spike through me
Leaden lips
on a silver tongue--

You chase inside me.
Wrapped like a fist in my guts.
Stretched in wires
And a solemn prayer.

You speak
I hear spines reverberating
Torn to a beat
Hard as my love
Nailed to this fence

Eyes displaced
Turned my granite jaw
I want you to
kiss me,
Where it hardened
I start to bend
to you."

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