Saturday, July 4, 2015

PAIN, O SWEET PAIN



Pain, O sweet pain
Your naked weave
gathers viscous hours
giving trajectory
to balm my love

Wanton; others play
discomfort and sickness,
gathering curly hours;
bumping and jolting,
pitching a fouler cry

Sweet, pain mine;
Take no glum to lotion betadine.
Your sweetness
Outreach my own heart
When you play thus, as my own

Pain, O sweet pain...!

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