I fingered the petals, one by one

until the velvet wings

floated softly to the floor,

only stem and heart remained

for me to explore.

.

I stroked the cross fervently,

in search for buried truth,

the Body, limp, blood stained,

spoke of Heaven's gate

but somethings were unexplained.

.

I clasped time in my hands,

and squeezed days into nights

to keep the hours chained

until they oozed into the past,

and only death remained.

10/17/2004

Posted on 10/17/2004
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