Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Overture

How quickly we fall
slipping from
perfection
The cracks widen
and the once smooth
surface of this love
becomes rough and dangerous
I can no longer touch
without fear of
wounding my own skin
piercing
piercing
piercing
Hit once
wings open and mouths protrude
Air between fingers
I feel support within
flying by my own movement
suddenly love finds its way home again

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