My lovers do not make me happy
They dig deep pits for my eyes
and the red blooming runes under them
were written and left
uninterpreted by my lovers, too.
Their iron sharpens iron
and smashes all else in me.
My hands wring dry as my
lovers lead me to the desert
disappearing to scout the coming heights.
I am left in terror
I am left in myself
at the bottom of a spirit
my lovers hollow
before they fill.
may 20, 2010
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