Monday, October 1, 2012

In Voice We Cry


In voice we cry
with tears (and coming)
wrapped round the sharp
the thorny stems
of impatient time

your voice, dark umber
rich thick of velvet
soft chocolate, slick
takes root in me

my voice of flame
cries out the heat
the bud of want
wound hot together
a fire trapped inside

our voice we cry
scream seeds spread
riding high
a chorus for the end

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