the hole in my hand that never healed up
by cor

1.

we wrote our desires like fragments
on white soiled tissues
our thoughts issued forth like a call
to arms for a three ring circus
if this isnt fair
i cant believe sharing the stage
with the planets
would help with the pain

but achingly so as i bled
i recalled all those verbs that
spilled out of Your box
all those times we regressed
and spun words in our palms
and that is the mute
lost psalm in my head

2.

i shared the stage with two ones:
chemical smells and
desert reefer
Your blood was thin and fell
to the side
but mine was thick
and surged wide and undeniable
in my veins
pulsating into fervor

i found Your skin:
light to the touch

3.

and i would wake up
still dreaming of Rose petals
and the stigma
i loved so much
and would doubt that You
rubbed buttercups on Your hand
like hesitant thoughts
i was careless and tread heavy
through the garden looking
for something like a Rose
that wouldn't bite as deep

4.

i found it
nestled away
beneath the 
clear waters
where floating
and carefree 
and buoyant
among the cress
it hid

i said be mine
my heart is so 
open
id die
it said 
wait some time

im waiting 
forever