Saturday, June 30, 2018

On the Fifth Day Valentine

Humbled by my petty crimes
Of love and terror
By all I know
 
Chastened and laid bare
I take it back
The hurt I gave
 
My infant will
Accepts my searing thoughts
Like an adult grown after all
 
Past the vanity of self-annihilation
I tiptoed lightly not to wake you
Worry is no friend to love
 
Suddenly you turned in your sleep
And like a curtain collapsing
I could see what animates the world

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