Thursday, June 4, 2009


Her friend says,

"I hope you find a love that lasts forever."

I found it in her voice, her words,

Her fortress of feelings

Barely showing the first breech.

Battering rams won't work with her;

I tried scaling the wall—cut myself with glass.

Then I shot flaming arrows

Into the courtyard…

They burned themselves out;

She stomped the embers.

But she missed one and

That ember will glow far into her nights.

I am waiting for the breech to widen,

Burst open,


Cover me with the hard stones of her heart

So that I can pick up each one and

Wash it in the stream of my love.

I am waiting.

I am patient.

I am in love.

© Anne 2008

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