I had you old,over and over against
things in me you’d missed, I’d missed;
a hand in mine that I had kissed.
So against me you hold your slow;
a cold pulse where love should go.
as I break what oath should have never broke.
My tongues then lack grace for days;
sullen heart, a hammer shame
till one glass stone do finally break
and I fall in forgiveness, hand to beg
to have you anew, once again
in a fire flood of remembered heat
when you kiss me; you I kiss
and when you forgive me, I am crushed
like star crush the open chest
No Comments