Wednesday, April 04, 2012

This body of mine 
knows and surrenders 
it remembers you
the even, bright memory of you. 

i want to sink into myself 
there is a river inside me 
the water is still 
and dark 
black. 
murky viscosity 
steaming saltiness that i must get past 
travel back from the sea and inlets
travel back past the stagnant beds
to rivulets 
up secret trails 
past water young and restless 
past rock and ice 
to where the river is a foetus
frozen 
black and dark 
this water inside me. 
waits
for me. 

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