Sword and Stone

Between life and death
here, be as still water
for I will not have my breath
to give you.

Rocking back and
forth in the night,
I become the stone, &
you the sword which
penetrates Me.

I fear someone may hear
the cries I bear you; a mewling,
suffering, ecstatic sound

Ignoring this you greet my rhythm
and your gruff words glaze my eyes:
shaping my lips into reinforcement



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