Two poems

WET Wet, barely. opening to receive each thrust as a prayer plunging straight to the heart of God; and fast of pleasure: pain draws God nearer. Dry, this cycle around i carry God’s whispers and keep it Under wraps. Moist, i call out to God living within: are you tired already? It’s not yet time […]

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This sound will haunt me….

  The sound of flesh Ripped apart, leaving Jagged edges, the loudness Of the echo in the vacuum Left by two hearts Untangling. I stumbled into an invention As I watched my shadow shrink In inverse proportion to my Growing grief: Pain is a local Anesthetic. It numbed me, as I watched my chest Being […]

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Through the window of anamnesis

One glimpse One sound One heart beat And all feelings Rush back Feelings that bring Tingles Down feverish skin That glows in Shades of red. Time slows as blood Races in fast thumps From racy heart cycles. Seconds walk past, Scrutinized, In anticipation of the One that ushers in her presence; Each pass by empty […]

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