Monday, November 7, 2011

You And I, My Love, Pretend to Know

Passion wakes early, steals sunshine from a sleepy morning,
and works and
finds it funny when dreaming men and women say I love you as if love were
something other than muscles tearing, bone-arms becoming something closer
to able to serve those loved
by Him, omnipotent and high, whose back
and neck are thick with the heavy work of bending low.