a dream of theater and preaching
stopped my day cold
before it began
and in brown sugar
I hid and in a screen of light
I hid and in your gaze
I will not hide nor will I be
inside your stone tower
or in your heart
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Right Now
though the wood would not burn
you sucked bitter sweetness
right down gullet
into belly and pulsating
outwards through limbs and right
out of digits
illuminating space around
your sparkling geode and your colorful eye
your tinctures and your candlesticks
holy bitter sweetness
that is life not as obvious
as one might hope
but true as every written word
inducing faith and passion
holy bitter sweet love
you sucked bitter sweetness
right down gullet
into belly and pulsating
outwards through limbs and right
out of digits
illuminating space around
your sparkling geode and your colorful eye
your tinctures and your candlesticks
holy bitter sweetness
that is life not as obvious
as one might hope
but true as every written word
inducing faith and passion
holy bitter sweet love
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