Repetition

There is a place not far from here
formed of emerald and amethyst’s skin
where light is born
and love begins

In Dreams of each second set on infinite
rep-
rep-
rep-
repetitions

repeating words I hate
to repeat them
for fear of fearsome ways

In spaces between words where
actions are
speaking louder than their surroundings

because such is their way

In repetition
rep-
repeating what I hate to say;

That I can’t love you the way I should
that I am far too often false
that we are a world long past Eden
barely holding our hearts safe
that we have used our love as weapon
and our words have been as knives
to sheath their ready, waiting
in the legs of our lives.