bite the eyeA Poem by Sarah KhalilThey purposefully misunderstand.
They purposefully misunderstand:
bite the eye, cross the hand. What feeds desire is a thing so grand, it lights a fire; makes glass of sand. Like thund'rous love that carries off the lightning soul to bear a cross, a show of faith will sometimes leave the nakedness, the shaking knees. Like booming hearts and booming love we find no peace: the flight of doves means little to necks craning up to stare at the sky: the ones who sup from you bread, your flesh, your fruit, your gold - your brothers, your sisters, your heart they hold - and squeeze.
© 2013 Sarah KhalilAuthor's Note
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