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| Thursday, August 03, 2006

Poet:
You are the seed that dies to be reborn
You are the warm field piled heavy with
The harvest wheat
Waiting to be shorn
You are the woman who lies down to give herself again
You are the grain king
Sex, seed and meat
Bread, wine and blood
You give
I came back out of hell for this
Swept up out of the whale
Cut her belly open with my teeth
To tell you this
Battled the farthest places with my
Invisible twin
Passed through the dead again:
Everything you see
Came to you in purgatory
Every love you had
Was a crown of thorns
Every aubade you sing
Stings
Because
You are beautiful
You are yielding
You are inexhaustible gift

posted by Chris

at 10:52 AM Permalink