Shaolin Violin Song
I push myself out of my limits
into your large crushing arms
-that day you held a mirror to my
scarred femininity
you breathed in tandem with me
and it felt like i'd left behind faith for
reason
along with other themes of innocence that were in season
streetlight streamed in
so softly, almost sweetly
as I examined all of your hard creases and
indentations
incantations
ways you let your body speak for you
-the closer we got
until only sweat ran between us
darkness filling what remained
together we understood
how very lonely
we had left ourselves
Copyright © Agnieszka Kowalska | Year Posted 2005
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