You raped my body
and reaped my fields.
I know the color of sunlight on wheat
and the smell of cornsilk
and I guess that should be enough...
but it's not.
I know the way the moon looks over an open field
the way water tickles your nose when you drink from a fountain.
All these things I know...
what I don't know is how to forget that night
when your hands entered like demons and stole the light from my eyes and the fight from my body.
now I gaze upon the stalks with dark eyes
as I try to remember
that fact that I once loved.

05/02/2005

Posted on 05/02/2005
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