Sunday, May 1, 2011

The Toska

As keenly as I felt the toska
I know that you have gone. 
The world has upturned 
In the mingling of our arms
And you are long gone.

I wake to see the embroidered
Veil over my eyes. And feel -
Feel the placatory warmth of my own body.
My skin itches, swells in layers and I
Want to peel it all away.

I want to lie naked and skinless
Skinless and naked;
And weep and strike my fists upon my breasts:
In all the crudities of blood and flesh - 
For isn't that what our love was?

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