The Circumcised Heart

The Circumcised Heart

A Poem by Con Chapman

The Circumcised Heart

“ . . . if then their uncircumcised heart is humbled . . .”

Leviticus 26:41

For long years, there was no way in
to that four-chambered house
through which, we are told
(but don't know) all emotions go.

It took something more than looks�"
your wit, or carriage, or the things
you held to be true
for me to open up to you,
as you did for me,
as you never had before.

Maybe the time was right, I don't know.
I do know this; we pierced each other
without wounding, and common tides
between two seas now flow.

 

The swimming's no good when the tide is low;
let us take our chance at the flood,
and when we're done, your head will
rest against my chest, a mound of flesh
through which blood flows, through which
you shall hear, against your ear,
the beating of a circumcised heart.

© 2015 Con Chapman


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Con Chapman
Con Chapman

Boston, MA



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I'm a Boston-area writer, author of two novels, ten published plays and 45 books of humor including "poetry is kind of important," and The Girl With the Cullender on Her Head, a book of light verse. .. more..

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