Your body,
trembled.
Sheer fears' symptom,
pauses
on your brow.
Your eyes,
Bleeding, seething.
Cramping palms
as crucifixion
crept near.
Welded lips forbid a phrase
with odds,
salvation.
This battle
for freedom,
can't be recalled
in two years,
past not having.
And in straightening
your spine,
time stopped.
While you,
e x h a l e d.
Came close.
Didn't you.

11/18/2002

Author's Note: to love, or not to love,

Posted on 11/19/2002
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