"The white fathers told us, "I think, therefore, I am" and the black mother within each of us – the poet – whispers in our dreams, I feel, therefore I can be free."- Audre Lorde

Thursday, July 29, 2010

with . and. gone

Thistles

in the left side
of the curvy part
where heart
and blood meet

thistles dig
deep

dig deep
into

flesh
into skin
into raw
where you've been

circling me
with and gone
gone and within
where tongue meets
skin
and salt of
sweat
thistles in the evening
come nightfall
come sunrise


you are in all
and yet still

so far

far
away

thistles
in the left side
of the curvy part
of heart

where life
and feeling

meet

over and over
over
again.

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