Monday, June 8, 2015

Somewhere to Never Grow

I couldn’t find you: somewhere deep a desert; but I searched,
and there you were: picking peaches, and praising your
husband. I kneeled, a puddle of tears, and made mud. I
molded a sculpture, and pitched rocks at stars. You came,
ever to soothe a palm. I loved you as one pleading for 
holiness. You smiled, eyes filled with sulfur; and devils
tiptoed our garden. How to love, I begged? An earth opened,
and we entered—filled with guilt, and tattooed regrets. We
tore infinity; but only to return. I love you more, sailing
through disappointments. And just last week, I received a
missive—screaming our worm. It’s ever a mystery: to hear
you in ritual: to feel your voice. Indeed, I’m burning softly,
and wiping tears. But gods are watching, even praying,
gesturing to goddesses; and we shall never grow. This is our
death; but ever we love, trekking mirrors, and rocking gently.


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