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Sunday, June 2, 2013

Morphine




Morphine


It’s the need to dress this mortal wound
That I came rushing to your door
                  You opened up a bit
                               Just enough to see your face, you said

“Hold on, it will just pass, that same wound brought me to hiding”.

There was a moment of silence like midnight,

Stars aligned in the cosmos,
                 suddenly there was no pain

There was no pain, 
                             suddenly
Snowflakes drop into Saharan sand
Raindrops fill the barren land
And there was flooding
                                                An outpouring
Of some kind of mysterious energy
There was no pain

At the summit of a mountain
Delicious coldness numbs the wound

                When you opened up a bit
                                 just enough for me to see your face.