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Thursday, December 05, 2013

Advent 1-5 Desire


I would drown in desire for you,
heart out of rhythm, fingers splayed
against the rough sheets on this bed,
our bed, what was our bed, our bed.

If want is a sacrament, I am priest,
postulant, a pilgrim fallen on the road.
Not yet dawn, I am awake for good
though none will come of it today.

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