| unrenounced for Sarah this morning the bearded man would not shake your hand, so now you are clutching mine I heard your words vibrating as if through November ice trying to make my voice louder than my heart i couldn�t believe that years of learning strength would lead us, unarmed, to their clear blue eyes and bewildered certainty their responses that fail to pierce the soul For we are still here, all our passions unrenounced Our joy comes from crossing the room to worried and familiar faces while they still sit stonefaced Their hatred makes you a giant until you capitulate into my arms Sweat and red marks of your bones across my palm, there is no room for the devil between our fingers | 1 2 3 4 5 6 home |
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Restructuring I want to put the bottom rail on top for you bottom rail on top I won�t have you as contraband of war someone�s sensuous sinner I can�t bear three pieces of women�s clothing, two water fountains where the water always tastes the same so though it might be dangerous to drink too much from your lips and your voice on the phone echoes centuries of fear If I cannot protect you I will make this my Prague Spring Light myself on fire then save us both, joyously Staring myself down Four years ago, looking for the shape of an owl I�d once seen in the tree trunk, instead seeing my face unfamiliar, impossibly dark but finally known Rivers came together and pulled apart in me that night, were drawn up to my shores the way I found myself drawing, drinking her tasting the flood in her lips and watching the ocean of my tongue seize her fresh water, brand her with the mark of salt |