Safe in my watery church,
I quietly watch warm water-drops
gather on every bit of my thin, scarred flesh.
My eyes become moons, the demi-globes
of water on my skin become moons,
my heartbeats become moons, the moon
becomes an even nearer moon
and I pale in all that sacred bright.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
Safe in my watery church,
I quietly watch warm water-drops
gather on every bit of my thin, scarred flesh.
My eyes become moons, the demi-globes
of water on my skin become moons,
my heartbeats become moons, the moon
becomes an even nearer moon
and I pale in all that sacred bright.
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