Sunday, August 22, 2010


I fell into the brown slime
a deep hole – not Wonderland
putrid, acidic self-doubt
slippery as a moss-covered hill.

I grabbed for your strong arms.
We tumbled like Jack and Jill.
You picked me up,
carried me home
and bathed my pride.


A damp towel awaits
for you my love.
Let me taste your tears,
hold you inside my heart
where blood swirls
with pure life.


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