Like pebbles we must
Wash the wanton water from our bodies
And run through streams of nights and days
And empty sentences of
Brimming words. Unworthy words
Of guided love
From faithful fate, dear friend
And enemy of ours
That freely gives the gift of passion
To thwart the pain of place.
We lie, naked and alone,
Together. Hand in hand.
And wait for her to smooth
Our sharpened edges.
Created: Feb 01, 2010Document Media