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We’re wounded, warped, snarled
Good intent but tragic in deed
We bleed
Searching for a place to heal
Let’s lay in silence
Beyond culture’s violence

Don’t confess your sins, don’t lay blame
Don’t tell me about the men outside your door
Or the sobbing you’ve done curled on the floor
No because or whys
Save your breath to sound in my ear
Head on your chest, soothing my fear

Don’t say I’m yours, don’t tell me you’re mine
Don’t ask me to stay, don’t tell me to go
Nothing I need or want to know
Say nothing
No truth, no lie
No hello, no goodbye

No words
Wrap me in your arms, tangle me in your legs
Show me with fingertips as my skin begs
Tell me with lips and the beating of your heart
Let the rise and fall of your chest
Put me to rest

No more shattering at each other’s feet
Just hold me close
Share with me
The part that’s beyond scheme
The part deeper than word’s weak seam
The part gently primal and pure

Photo Credit: Sarah Reid/Flickr
{ 2 comments… add one }
  • Justine November 12, 2015, 5:55 pm

    Absolutely beautiful!!

  • Heather November 13, 2015, 3:22 pm

    Wow. Yes.

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