Hm, contentment

a pricey word that
coats my tongue
tastes bitter on some days

Today it is manna

I wait for his call
his touch
his kiss so sweet
I feel good in his arms
Content

But his heart is not mine
And I cling to hope
prayers
hope
What is this monster that rages in me?

Love?

I think
I thought
Lord God, cover him

cover me
cover her
and her

True Apothecary,
the drugs are quick

And I will rest
on my desk
in my cave
and pray

for peace.

07/19/2002

Posted on 07/19/2002
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