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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