Author: jonathan delucia
23.07.2008

 

It’s you.

 Shaping my life line and holding my face gently.

 

Peeling eyes open,

 surgically still,

‘could never deny you - not even your existence.

 

“Let these words be holy.”

“Let these words be holy.”

 

Let them read well.

 

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I would pace the floor from kneel to standing ovation.

 ”indeed he would crush his own face.”

 

Crush

 

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I would hold my breath

until only exaltations were exhaled.

  “his fists were prayers clenched.”

 Indeed.

 Indie.

 In.

 Die.

 

 (pass)

 

You planted me in dirt, Lord.

In    fucking   dirt!

 

I grew roots in it…

Gripping the east and west.

By the earth’s elements, flood.

By her elements, sun bake.

 The earth, my home.

 

My present prison.

 

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 I became the elements,

‘got used to the sun.

‘enjoyed the water.

 

It’s been you,

 

Shaping my life line and holding my face gently.

 

Ó2008 Jonathan DeLucia, all rights reserved.


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