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divine intimacy of the bowing head |
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Written by Randi McCreary
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pillow
palace
and
domain
i will light a candle
for us
blind we are touching
here
as if braille
laughing-
and i've known you
haven't i?
havent
eye
to
check...
just a golden body
to neglect,
resting heads
against the pillow
palace
and
domain
staring
into vacancy
until we
learn to breathe
the same
lacing the air
with detox
placing aside
perspired locks,
and i've known
those hands before...
they've had
several drinks
to pour
and
toast.
what we've said
in the pitch
black of
night
means the
most
as my legs will to part
my heart speaks the
most
bleeds
the most
clot
or
coast
we see no
red
and the smoke clears with
the sun
it took just one
she would be one
he can't be won
and even the night
does rest
we must get dressed
and give
each other
names
you are
theone with life to taste
and me
the twisted
hip of loneliness
tattooed across
my waist
look at this
place.....
a broken
palace
low
domain
a broken chandelier
of shame
curtains of pain
and as the dawn
begins to crack
i sob
like rain,
knowing
it comes
intent for
growth
and when
the night
returns
this time
we fall
victim and
go blind
you reach
to pour
faster this time
saying ,
"say when"
but i hear
not
and overflow
pretending
she
could never
know
drink and let go
vein
heart
and
flow
as we
both
both
we
die slow.
-Randi McCreary
2006
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