Sunday, November 4, 2012

G L A S S


in the early hour
the reverie of cool surface smoothed
under fingers tracing curves
the crest captured forever


was I an object
something to hold until a
river


with bites of smashed glass                           but I am learning how to swim
my belly kicked with pins                             drinking the milk of moon
against a fateful shard                                   as opal wolves are my sisters
of betrayal                                                    you did not kill me


your hand grips the splinter
trapped in
distortion


my pain rises into desert thirst
I am so old and so forgotten
just granules of sand rubbed into skin
your skin that now touches another


cuts
me
with                                                               is a mirror back to you
every
stroke

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