A Crystal That Darkens

Winter is also celibate.  The conscience is moving,
A frozen light in a frozen eye.  It's raining much looser,
Down a ripped tree.  I couldn't have, 
I couldn't have, in this sin-sick tenderness.
              ___

My face is cracked in my fawnlike fingers;
And the nose betrays an inner child, who
Wouldn't listen to sparrows about being catched.
I just insisted fur was wings.
              ___

The feminine chill on the palm must be sorrow;
When I think of church bells, or mother- 
That I am haunting as raw love.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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November 23, 2010 at 4:53 PM
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November 22, 2010 at 8:57 PM
very deep andawesome,, enjoyed your poem,..p..
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November 22, 2010 at 9:42 AM
Interesting write, Thanks for the comment.
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