Monday, September 27, 2010

St. Elzear of Sabran

you are quartz

you are a pond full of tea

you are the grasses

that dip down slowly.

this room is too small.

there are windows

to press your cheeks

up against, to cloud

with sweat and blush.

lift up your skirts

and let the voices

fall out.

this is what it

feels like

to be sweet.

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