Friday, February 14, 2014

Glorified Comrade

My secret husband
      strange in his sobriety
      whispers into my ears
      and keeps me glued to his side

God of soundness
     who rushes over me as a wave
     who ties down my chaos with promises
     who deems me a treasure, a possibility, a cure

Paradisiac lover
     we marvel at each other's bones
     we scream into each other's skin
     we will not resign

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