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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