Tuesday, August 17, 2010

St. Clare of Montefalco

I had no idea

that if I sliced

my skin open

cherry blossoms

would flutter out.

I’ve tried to play

this game before.

flutter these lids,

leap beneath

the cloud-cover,

open up.

someone put a cross

in my heart.

it catches fire

in the heat

of the moment,

in the midst

of your kiss.

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