Wednesday, June 18, 2014

love

if you must love
be the pool
of midnight waters
hold the shimmering distant moon
on your breast
love that which cannot
ever be yours
let yearning crack
your hardness
into a million shards
and you will find
sweetness rising
unbidden to your lips

for love which can be
grasped and eaten
leaves nothing
but the bitterness
of the inedible core


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