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You’re clobbering me,
slobbering me
Festering over,
beneath me-
Harsh hands;
Harsh words could ravage stone-
My lover you feel as an enemy
My heart:
what has happened?
-your flesh turned to stone
My bones:
they mourn a litany
-turned solid to sour dust
My heart does not miss me
Voice will not speak
Hands have betrayed
the cold warmth
they now seek;
take comfort in this pain
My heart-
Break a stone in twain
-to hide the night
from the face of day
In humid humility
stars will now play-
In wait
to consume the sky...