Sunday, August 29, 2010

Beheading of St. John

there’s a light about

your eyes that I thought

would never

go dark.

as they pulled your hair

away from your neck,

I saw a glint of backbone

white and warning.

I thought of tying

cherry stems into knots

with my tongue.

I thought of everything

but you and your neck

craning away

from your body.

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