Jan 142015
 
  
The voice that puts my world to worse
Sits alien in the ear.
The jugging hand that hoists my heart
I exile to a hammered bier.

The eye that sees my face as sodden
I pluck and damn its tears.
The ear that hears my each word a curse
Whispers its own fear.

When that eye, that hand, that crooked ear
Misperceive my frame,
I crack each red rib and fish within
To  kiss her soul again.


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