faithA Poem by Mary C
i should know by now
promises pressed against bed sheets are not covenants no communion rests on your tongue no witness or signature binds us a sermon delivered to my conscience falls on deaf ears it's been too long since my last confession i'm probably channeling cinderella again but tonight i'll eat this moment with sharpened teeth breathe with borrowed breath - summoned by prayer or seance you appear in my bed whisper promises to my thighs and I believe you © 2014 Mary C |
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12 Reviews Added on August 30, 2014 Last Updated on August 30, 2014 AuthorMary CLondon, Ontario, CanadaAboutA simple woman, getting older and hopefully wiser. 4 lovely kids, two sons, two daughters. Like to write, paint and play music...that is all I can think of for now :-) This is the story of my jour.. more..Writing
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