Glass breaks under the bridegroom’s heel
the rose opens with rot at its heart.
Sorrow is always with us
seed within the ripening apricot
worm at the root of the young corn.
Haven’t we walked far enough together
for you to become a friend?
Haven’t I given you half of my heart?
My kitten purrs, but her claws are sharp
as rose thorns, as shards of glass
left by my Beloved’s heel.
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
Under the Heel
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