Each mortal thing does one thing and the same: Deals out that being indoors each one dwells; Selves - goes itself; myself it speaks and spells, Crying "What I do is me: for that I came." ~G.M. Hopkins
Friday, September 22, 2006
night
with this ending
it will be the raw beauty
I'll recall
when fear comes for me
with his open deep and
soulless mouth
forever screaming
out his blackness
I am so small and
I am afraid
afraid of the seductive edges
of his mouth
his embracing kiss
his captivating darkness
tonight as
his chill infuses me
I compose my goodbye
gripping my own soul
with ruined hands
it’s his night now,
sprinkled with the same stars
illuminated by the same moon
I knew before
when I trusted
in raw beauty
still, tonight I will
write these aching lines
crawl through them
rubbing jagged truth under
my cold skin
within my eyes
into my still heart
this letting go is so long
and this living
so short
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